Never! Dear Lord, what will things be like at Rosmersholm when you’re gone, Miss? And the poor Pastor was just beginning to be so happy and comfortable.
Rebecca.
Yes, but I have taken fright to-day, Madam Helseth.
Madam Helseth.
Taken fright! Dear, dear! how was that?
Rebecca.
I thought I saw something like a glimpse of white horses.
Madam Helseth.
White horses! In broad daylight!
Rebecca.