Mrs. Helseth. What I mean is this—if a man can go over to Mortensgaard's religion, you may believe him capable of anything. And that's the truth.
Rebecca. Yes, very likely. But about me? What have you got to say about me?
Mrs. Helseth. Well, I am sure, miss—I do not think you are so greatly to be blamed. It is not always so easy for a lone woman to resist, I dare say. We are all human after all, Miss West.
Rebecca. That is very true, Mrs. Helseth. We are all human, after all.—What are you listening to?
Mrs. Helseth (in a low voice). Good Lord!—I believe that is him coming now.
Rebecca (with a start). In spite of everything, then—! (Speaks with determination.) Very well. So be it. (ROSMER comes in from the hall. He sees the luggage, and turns to REBECCA.)
Rosmer. What does this mean?
Rebecca. I am going away.
Rosmer. At once?
Rebecca. Yes. (To MRS. HELSETH.) Eleven o'clock, then.