Rebecca (staring in front of her). Ah, innocence—
Rosmer. You need fear nothing on that score. But I—
Rebecca. You least of all men!
Rosmer (pointing out of the window). The mill-race.
Rebecca. Oh, John!—(MRS. HELSETH looks in in through the door on the left.)
Mrs. Helseth. Miss West!
Rebecca. Presently, presently. Not now.
Mrs. Helseth. Just a word, miss! (REBECCA goes to the door. MRS. HELSETH tells her something, and they whisper together for a moment; then MRS. HELSETH nods and goes away.)
Rosmer (uneasily). Was it anything for me?
Rebecca. No, only something about the housekeeping. You ought to go out into the open air now, John dear. You should go for a good long walk.