Rosmer (cautiously). I said as far as you go. I don't commit myself further than that. Shall we go?
Reb. First tell me this. Are you going with me, or am I going with you?
Rosmer. A subtle psychological point—but we have not time to think it out here. We will discuss it as we go along. Come!
[ROSMER takes his hat and stick, REBECCA her reticule, with sandwiches. They go out hand-in-hand through the door, which they leave open. The room (as is not uncommon with rooms in Norway) is left empty. Then Madam HELSETH enters through another door.
Madam H. The cab, Miss—not here! (Looks out.) Out together—at this time of night—upon my—not on the garden-seat? (Looks out of window.) My goodness! what is that white thing on the bridge—the Horse at last! (Shrieks aloud.) And those two sinful creatures running home!
Enter ROSMER and REBECCA, out of breath.
Rosmer (scarcely able to get the words out). It's no use, REBECCA—we must put it off till another evening. We can't be expected to jump off a footbridge which already has a White Horse on it. And, if it comes to that, why should we jump at all? I know now that I really have ennobled you, which was all I wanted. What would be the good of recovering faith in my mission at the bottom of a mill-pond? No, REBECCA—(lays his hand on her head)—there is no judge over us, and therefore—
Reb. (interrupting gravely). We will bind ourselves over in our own recognisances to come up for judgment when called upon.
[Madam HELSETH holds on to a chair-back, REBECCA finishes the antimacassar calmly as Curtain falls.