Aha!
Madam Helseth.
For the man that can go over to Mortensgård’s religion—good Lord, I can believe anything of him.
Rebecca.
Oh yes, I suppose so. But what about me? What have you to say about me?
Madam Helseth.
Lord preserve us, Miss—I don’t see that there’s much to be said against you. It’s not so easy for a lone woman to be always on her guard, that’s certain.—We’re all of us human, Miss West.
Rebecca.
That’s very true, Madam Helseth. We are all of us human.—What are you listening to?
Madam Helseth.