there was something immoral—something criminal about my birth?
Kroll.
I attribute your care for him to involuntary filial instinct. Indeed I believe your whole conduct is determined by your origin.
Rebecca.
[Vehemently.] But there is not a single word of truth in what you say! And I can prove it! Dr. West did not come to Finmark till after I was born.
Kroll.
Excuse me, Miss West. He settled there the year before. I have assured myself of that.
Rebecca.
You are mistaken, I say! You are utterly mistaken.
Kroll.
You told me the day before yesterday that you were nine-and-twenty—in your thirtieth year.
Rebecca. Indeed! Did I say so?
Kroll. Yes, you did. And I can calculate from that
Rebecca.
Stop! You needn't calculate. I may as well tell you at once: I am a year older than I give myself out to be.
