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 Rosmer.

Oh I have had a beautiful, peaceful night. [Turns.] And you?

Rebecca. Oh yes, thanks—towards morning

Rosmer.

I don't know when I have felt so light-hearted as I do now. I am so glad I managed to speak out at last.

Rebecca.

Yes, it is a pity you remained silent so long, Rosmer.

Rosmer.

I don't understand myself how I could be such a coward.

Rebecca. It wasn't precisely cowardice

Rosmer.

Oh yes, dear—when I think the thing out, I can see there was a touch of cowardice at the bottom of it.

Rebecca.

All the braver, then, to make the plunge at last [Sits on a chair at the writing-table, close to him.] But now I want to tell you of something I have done—and you mustn't be vexed with me about it.

Rosmer.

Vexed? How can you think?