Well, Heaven forgive us, I suppose it can’t be helped, Miss. Ah, well, well, well! But I certainly don’t think the Pastor’s behaving handsome-like. Mortensgård had some excuse; for her husband was alive, so that they two couldn’t marry, however much they wanted to. But as for the Pastor—h’m!
Rebecca.
[With a faint smile.] Could you have believed such a thing of Pastor Rosmer and me?
Madam Helseth.
No, never in this world. At least, I mean—not until to-day.
Rebecca.
But to-day, then——?
Madam Helseth.
Well,—after all the horrible things that they tell me the papers are saying about the Pastor——
Rebecca.