Kroll.
Will you! Ah yes, I was sure we had not lost you for good.
Rosmer.
Come then, Kroll! Come!
[Both go out through the hall without looking at Rebecca.
[After a moment, Rebecca goes cautiously to the window and looks out through the flowers.
Rebecca.
[Speaks to herself under her breath.] Not over the foot-bridge to-day either. He goes round. Never across the mill race. Never. [Leaves the window.] Well, well, well!
[Goes and pulls the bell-rope; a moment after, Madam Helseth enters from the right.
Madam Helseth.