No, she didn’t exactly do that. But Mortensgård, when he’d read it, he began questioning me backwards and forwards and up and down, so that I soon guessed what was in it.
Rebecca.
Then what do you think it was? Oh my dear good Madam Helseth, do tell me.
Madam Helseth.
Oh no, Miss. Not for the whole world.
Rebecca.
Oh you can surely tell me. We two are such good friends.
Madam Helseth.
Lord preserve me from telling you anything about that, Miss. I can only tell you that it was something horrible that they’d got the poor sick lady to believe.
Rebecca.