Rebecca. Now what is all this about the white horse, Madam Helseth?
Madam Helseth. Oh, I don’t like to talk about it. And, besides, you don’t believe in such things.
Rebecca. Do you believe in them?
Madam Helseth. (Goes and shuts the window.) Now you’re making fun of me, Miss. (Looks out.) Why, isn’t that Mr. Rosmer on the mill path again—?
Rebecca. (Looks out.) That man there? (Goes to the window.) No, it’s the Rector!
Madam Helseth. Yes, so it is.
Rebecca. How glad I am! You’ll see, he’s coming here.
Madam Helseth. He goes straight over the foot-bridge, he does, and yet she was his sister, his own flesh and blood. Well, I’ll go and lay the table then, Miss West.
(She goes out to the right. Rebecca stands at the window for a short time; then smiles and nods to some one outside. It begins to grow dark.)
Rebecca. (Goes to the door on the right.) Oh, Madam Helseth, you might give us some little extra dish for supper. You know what the Rector likes best.