(Sits down in a chair by the couch.) I had
intended to write to you about it all--when I had gone back north.
But it is much better that you should hear it at once.
Rosmer. Have you something more to tell, then?
Rebecca. The most important part of it all.
Rosmer. What do you mean?
Rebecca. Something that you have never suspected. Something that
puts all the rest in its true light.
Rosmer (shaking his head). I do not understand, at all.
Rebecca. It is quite true that at one time I did play my cards so
as to secure admission to Rosmersholm. My idea was that I should
succeed in doing well for myself here--either in one way or in
another, you understand.
Rosmer. Well, you succeeded in carrying your scheme through, too.
Rebecca. I believe I could have carried anything through--at that
time. For then I still had the courage of a free will. I had no
one else to consider, nothing to turn me from my path. But then
began what has broken down my will and filled the whole of my
life with dread and wretchedness.
Rosmer. What--began? Speak so that I can understand you.
Rebecca. There came over me--a wild, uncontrollable passion--Oh,
John--!
Rosmer. Passion? You--! For what?
Rebecca. For you.
Rosmer (getting up). What does this mean!
Rebecca (preventing him). Sit still, dear. I will tell you more
about it.
Rosmer. And you mean to say--that you have loved me--in that way!
Rebecca.
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