Come! (They both go out into the hall
without looking at REBECCA. After a minute REBECCA goes
cautiously to the window and peeps out between the flowers.)
Rebecca (speaking to herself, half aloud). Not over the bridge
to-day either. He is going round. Never over the millrace--never.
(Comes away from the window.) As I thought! (She goes over to the
bell, and rings it. Soon afterwards MRS. HELSETH comes in from
the right.)
Mrs. Helseth. What is it, miss?
Rebecca. Mrs. Helseth, will you be so good as to fetch my
travelling trunk down from the loft?
Mrs. Helseth. Your trunk?
Rebecca. Yes, the brown hair-trunk, you know.
Mrs. Helseth. Certainly, miss. But, bless my soul, are you going
away on a journey, miss?
Rebecca. Yes--I am going away on a journey, Mrs. Helseth.
Mrs. Helseth. And immediately!
Rebecca. As soon as I have packed.
Mrs. Helseth. I never heard of such a thing! But you are coming
back again soon, I suppose, miss?
Rebecca. I am never coming back again.
Mrs. Helseth. Never! But, my goodness, what is to become of us at
Rosmersholm if Miss West is not here any longer? Just as
everything was making poor Mr. Rosmer so happy and comfortable!
Rebecca. Yes, but to-day I have had a fright, Mrs. Helseth.
Mrs. Helseth. A fright! Good heavens-how?
Rebecca. I fancy I have had a glimpse of the White Horse.
Mrs. Helseth. Of the White Horse! In broad daylight!
Rebecca.
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