And I believe two
different kinds of will can exist at the same time in one person.
I wanted Beata away--in one way or the other; but I never thought
it would happen, all the same. At every step I ventured and
risked, I seemed to hear a voice in me crying: "No further! Not
a step further!" And yet, at the same time, I COULD not stop. I
HAD to venture a little bit further--just one step. And then
another--and always another--and at last it happened. That is how
such things go of themselves. (A short silence.)
Rosmer (to REBECCA). And how do you think it will go with YOU in
the future?--after this?
Rebecca. Things must go with me as they can. It is of very little
consequence.
Kroll. Not a word suggestive of remorse! Perhaps you feel none?
Rebecca (dismissing his remark coldly). Excuse me, Mr. Kroll,
that is a matter that is no concern of any one else's. That is an
account I must settle with myself.
Kroll (to ROSMER). And this is the woman you have been living
under the same roof with--in relations of the completest
confidence. (Looks up at the portraits on the walls.) If only
those that are gone could look down now!
Rosmer. Are you going into the town?
Kroll (taking up his hat). Yes. The sooner the better.
Rosmer (taking his hat also). Then I will go with you.
Kroll. You will! Ah, I thought we had not quite lost you.
Rosmer. Come, then, Kroll.
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