Oh, they are abroad early and late—the white horses of Rosmersholm. [With a change of tone.] Well,—about the trunk, Madam Helseth.
Madam Helseth.
Yes, yes. The trunk. [Both go out to the right.
ACT FOURTH.
The sitting-room at Rosmersholm. Late evening. A lighted lamp, with a shade over it, on the table.
Rebecca West stands by the table, packing some small articles in a hand-bag. Her cloak, hat, and the white crocheted shawl are hanging over the back of the sofa.
Madam Helseth enters from the right.
Madam Helseth.
[Speaks in a low voice and appears ill at ease.] All your things have been taken down, Miss. They are in the kitchen passage.
Rebecca.