Helseth. Wicked people, miss. Wicked people.
Rebecca. Wicked--?
Mrs. Helseth. Yes, I say it again--very wicked people, they must
have been.
Rebecca. And what do you think it could be?
Mrs. Helseth. Oh, I know what I think--but, please Heaven, I'll
keep my mouth shut. At the same time, there is a certain lady in
the town--hm!
Rebecca. I can see you mean Mrs. Kroll.
Mrs. Helseth. Yes, she is a queer one, she is. She has always
been very much on the high horse with me. And she has never
looked with any friendly eye on you, either, miss.
Rebecca. Do you think Mrs. Rosmer was quite in her right mind
when she wrote that letter to Mortensgaard?
Mrs. Helseth. It is so difficult to tell, miss. I certainly don't
think she was quite out of her mind.
Rebecca. But you know she seemed to go quite distracted when she
learnt that she would never be able to have a child. That was
when her madness first showed itself.
Mrs. Helseth. Yes, that had a terrible effect on her, poor lady.
Rebecca (taking up her work, and sitting down on a chair by the
window). But, in other respects, do you not think that was really
a good thing for Mr. Rosmer, Mrs. Helseth?
Mrs. Helseth. What, miss?
Rebecca. That there were no children?
Mrs. Helseth. Hm!--I really do not know what to say to that.
Rebecca. Believe me, it was best for him. Mr. Rosmer was never
meant to be surrounded by crying children.
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