Rebecca.
What you have never suspected. What gives light and shade to all the rest.
Rosmer.
[Shakes his head.] I don't understand you at all.
Rebecca.
It is perfectly true that I once schemed to gain a footing at Rosmersholm. I thought I could not fail to turn things to good account here. In one way or the other—you understand.
Rosmer.
Well, you accomplished your ends.
Rebecca.
I believe I could have accomplished anything, anything in the world—at that time. For I had still my fearless, free-born will. I knew no scruples—I stood in awe of no human tie.—But then began what has broken my will—and cowed me so pitiably for all my days.
Rosmer.
What began? Do not speak in riddles.
Rebecca.
It came over me,—this wild, uncontrollable passion. Oh, Rosmer!
Rosmer.
Passion? You! For what?
Rebecca.
For you.
