Rosmer.
[Cautiously.] I said as far as you go. I don't commit myself further than that. Shall we go?
Rebecca.
First tell me this. Are you going with me, or am I going with you?
Rosmer.
A subtle psychological point—but we have not time to think it out here. We will discuss it as we go along. Come!
[Rosmer takes his hat and stick, Rebecca her reticule, with sandwiches. They go out hand-in-hand through the door, which they leave open. The room (as is not uncommon with rooms in Norway) is left empty. Then Madam Helseth enters through another door.
Madam Helseth.
The cab, Miss—not here! [Looks out.] Out together—at this time of night—upon my—not on the garden seat? [Looks out of window.] My goodness! what is that white thing on the bridge—the Horse at last! [Shrieks aloud.] And those two sinful creatures running home!
Enter Rosmer and Rebecca, out of breath.