and perfect emancipation there rose that dismal, insurmountable barrier.
Rosmer. What barrier do you mean?
Rebecca.
I mean this, Rosmer: You could grow into freedom only in the clear, fresh sunshine—and here you were pining, sickening in the gloom of such a marriage.
Rosmer.
You have never before spoken to me of my marriage in that tone.
Rebecca.
No, I did not dare to, for I should have frightened you.
Kroll.
[Nods to Rosmer.] Do you hear that?
Rebecca.
[Goes on.] But I saw quite well where your deliverance lay—your only deliverance. And then I went to work.
Rosmer.
Went to work? In what way?
Kroll. Do you mean that?
Rebecca.
Yes, Rosmer [Rises.] Sit still. You too, Rector Kroll. But now it must out. It was not you, Rosmer. You are innocent. It was I that
