And if he has--?
Brendel. He is certain of victory--but, be it distinctly
understood, on one unalterable condition.
Rebecca. What is that?
Brendel (taking her gently by the wrist). That the woman who
loves him shall gladly go out into the kitchen and chop off her
dainty, pink and white little finger--here, just at the middle
joint. Furthermore, that the aforesaid loving woman shall--also
gladly--clip off her incomparably moulded left ear. (Lets her go,
and turns to ROSMER.) Good-bye, John the Victorious!
Rosmer. Must you go now--in this dark night?
Brendel. The dark night is best. Peace be with you! (He goes out.
Silence in the room for a short time.)
Rebecca (breathing heavily). How close and sultry it is in here!
(Goes to the window, opens it and stands by it.)
Rosmer (sitting down on a chair by the stove). There is nothing
else for it after all, Rebecca--I can see that. You must go away.
Rebecca. Yes, I do not see that I have any choice.
Rosmer. Let us make use of our last hour together. Come over here
and sit beside me.
Rebecca (goes and sits down on the couch). What do you want,
John?
Rosmer. In the first place I want to tell you that you need have
no anxiety about your future.
Rebecca (with a smile). Hm! My future!
Rosmer. I have foreseen all contingencies--long ago. Whatever may
happen, you are provided for.
Rebecca. Have you even done that for me, dear?
Rosmer.
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