[Rebecca goes to the door. Madam Helseth tells her something. They whisper together for a few moments. Madam Helseth nods and goes out.
Rosmer.
[Uneasily.] Was it anything for me?
Rebecca.
No, only something about the house-work.—You ought to go out into the fresh air, dear Rosmer. You should take a good long walk.
Rosmer.
[Takes up his hat.] Yes, come. Let us go together.
Rebecca.
No, dear, I can’t just now. You must go alone. But shake off all these gloomy thoughts. Promise me.
Rosmer.