HELSETH goes to the hall door and shuts it. Then she goes to the
window, to shut it, and looks out.)
Mrs. Helseth. Isn't that Mr. Rosmer coming there?
Rebecca. Where? (Gets up.) Yes, it is he. (Stands behind the
window-curtain.) Stand on one side. Don't let him catch sight of
us.
Mrs. Helseth (stepping back). Look, miss--he is beginning to use
the mill path again.
Rebecca. He came by the mill path the day before yesterday too.
(Peeps out between the curtain and the window-frame). Now we
shall see whether--
Mrs. Helseth. Is he going over the wooden bridge?
Rebecca. That is just what I want to see. (After a moment.) No.
He has turned aside. He is coming the other way round to-day too.
(Comes away from the window.) It is a long way round.
Mrs. Helseth. Yes, of course. One can well understand his
shrinking from going over that bridge. The spot where such a
thing has happened is--
Rebecca (folding up her work). They cling to their dead a long
time at Rosmersholm.
Mrs. Helseth. If you ask me, miss, I should say it is the dead
that cling to Rosmersholm a long time.
Rebecca (looking at her). The dead?
Mrs. Helseth. Yes, one might almost say that they don't seem to
be able to tear themselves away from those they have left behind.
Rebecca. What puts that idea into your head?
Mrs. Helseth. Well, otherwise I know the White Horses would not
be seen here.
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