Mrs. Helseth. Yes, miss. The coachman wants to know what time he shall bring it round.
Rebecca. I think at about eleven o'clock. The boat goes at midnight.
Mrs. Helseth (with a little hesitation). But what about Mr. Rosmer? Suppose he is not back by that time?
Rebecca. I shall start, all the same. If I should not see him, you can tell him I will write to him—a long letter, say that.
Mrs. Helseth. Yes, I dare say it will be all right to write. But, poor dear, I really think that you ought to try and have a talk with him once more.
Rebecca. Perhaps I ought—Or perhaps not, after all.
Mrs. Helseth. Dear, dear! I never thought I should, live to see such a thing as this!
Rebecca. What did you think, then, Mrs. Helseth?
Mrs. Helseth. To tell the truth, miss, I thought Mr. Rosmer was an honester man than that.
Rebecca. Honester?