Rebecca.
Well, well, well——
Madam Helseth.
[Softly.] Do you really think some one is to go soon, Miss?
Rebecca.
No; why should I think so? But there are so many sorts of white horses in this world, Madam Helseth.—Well, good-night. I shall go to my room now.
Madam Helseth.
Good-night, Miss.
[Rebecca[Rebecca] goes out to the right, with her crochet-work.
Madam Helseth.