Rebecca.
[To Madam Helseth, who enters with dishes.] No, Mr. Rosmer will not have supper to-night. [In a lighter tone.] Perhaps he is afraid of the nightmare. There are so many sorts of White Horses in this world!
Madam Helseth.
[Shaking.] Lord! lord! that Miss West—the things she does say!
[Rebecca goes out through door, knitting antimacassar thoughtfully, as Curtain falls.
ACT SECOND
Rosmer's study. Doors and windows, bookshelves, a writing-table. Door, with curtain, leading to Rosmer's bedroom. Rosmer discovered in a smoking jacket cutting a pamphlet with a paper-knife. There is a knock at the door. Rosmer says "Come in." Rebecca enters in a morning wrapper and curl-papers. She sits on a chair close to Rosmer, and looks over his shoulder as he cuts the leaves. Rector Kroll is shown up.
Kroll.
[Lays his hat on the table and looks at Rebecca from head to foot.] I am really afraid that I am in the way.