That is what I want to see. [After a pause.] No, he is turning. He is going by the upper road again. [Leaves the window.] A long way round.
Madam Helseth.
Dear Lord, yes. No wonder the Pastor thinks twice about setting foot on that bridge. A place where a thing like that has happened——
Rebecca.
[Folding up her work.] They cling to their dead here at Rosmersholm.
Madam Helseth.
Now I would say, Miss, that it’s the dead that clings to Rosmersholm.
Rebecca.
[Looks at her.] The dead?
Madam Helseth.