Rebecca. Let us hope he doesn't meet the White Horse. Because I
am afraid it will not be long before we hear something of the
family ghost.
Mrs. Helseth. God forgive you, miss--don't talk of such a dreadful
thing!
Rebecca. Oh, come, come!
Mrs. Helseth (lowering her voice). Do you really think, miss,
that some one here is to go soon?
Rebecca. Not a bit of it. But there are so many sorts of white
horses in this world, Mrs. Helseth--Well, good-night. I shall go
to my room now.
Mrs. Helseth. Good-night, miss. (Rebecca takes her work and goes
out to the right. MRS. HELSETH shakes her head, as she turns down
the lamp, and mutters to herself): Lord--Lord!--how queer Miss West
does talk sometimes!
ACT II
(SCENE. ROSMER'S study. The door into it is in the left-hand
wall. At the back of the room is a doorway with a curtain drawn
back from it, leading to his bedroom. On the right, a window, in
front of which is a writing-table strewn with books and papers.
Bookshelves and cupboards on the walls. Homely furniture. On the
left, an old-fashioned sofa with a table in front of it. ROSMER,
wearing a smoking-jacket, is sitting at the writing-table on a
high-backed chair. He is cutting and turning over the leaves of a
magazine, and dipping into it here and there. A knock is heard at
the door on the left.)
Rosmer (without turning round). Come in.
(REBECCA comes in, wearing a morning wrapper.
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