had begun. You had freed yourself—on every side. You felt so buoyant and happy
Rosmer. Oh yes—I did indeed.—And now this crushing blow falls on me.
Rebecca.
[Behind him, rests her arms on the chair-back.] How beautiful it was when we sat in the twilight, in the room downstairs, helping each other to lay out our new life-plans! You were to set resolutely to work in the world—the living world of to-day, as you said. You were to go as a messenger of emancipation from home to home; to win over minds and wills; to create noble-men around you in wider and wider circles. Noble-men.
Rosmer.
Happy noble-men.
Rebecca.
Yes—happy.
Rosmer.
For it is happiness that ennobles, Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Should you not say—sorrow as well? A great sorrow?
Rosmer.
Yes—if one can get through it—over it—away from it.
Rebecca.
That is what you must do.
Rosmer.
[Shakes his head gloomily.] I shall never get
