[After a short silence.] H'm! Well, Kroll—[takes up his hat]—if you're thinking of walking home, I'll go too. I'm going to be orthodox once more—after this!
Kroll.
[Severely and impressively, to Rebecca.] A nice sort of young woman you are! [Both go out hastily, without looking at Rebecca.
Rebecca.
[Speaks to herself, under her breath.] Now I have done it. I wonder why. [Pulls bell-rope.] Madam Helseth, I have just had a glimpse of two rushing White Horses. Bring down my hair-trunk.
[Enter Madam Helseth, with large hair-trunk, as Curtain falls.
ACT FOUR
Late evening. Rebecca West stands by a lighted lamp, with a shade over it, packing sandwiches, &c., in a reticule, with a faint smile. The antimacassar is on the sofa. Enter Rosmer.
Rosmer.