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 Rebecca.

[Smiles.] H'm, my future.

Rosmer.

I have long ago arranged for everything. Whatever may happen, you are provided for.

Rebecca.

That too, my dear one?

Rosmer.

You might surely have known that.

Rebecca.

It is many a long day since I have given a thought to such things.

Rosmer.

Yes, yes—you thought things would always remain as they were between us.

Rebecca.

Yes, I thought so.

Rosmer.

So did I. But if I were to go

Rebecca.

Oh, Rosmer—you will live longer than I.

Rosmer.

Surely my worthless life lies in my own hands.

Rebecca.

What is this? You are never thinking of!