Madam Helseth. Yes, that it was. And it was on fine paper, and there was a fine red seal on it too.
Rebecca. And it was given to you to deliver? Then, my dear Madam Helseth, it's not difficult to guess who wrote it.
Madam Helseth. Well?
Rebecca. It must have been something that poor Mrs. Rosmer, in her morbid state
Madam Helseth. It's you that say that, Miss, not me.
Rebecca. But what was in the letter? Oh, I forgotyou can't know that.
Madam Helseth. H'm; what if I did know it, all the same?
Rebecca. Did she tell you what she was writing about?
Madam Helseth. No, she didn't exactly do that. But Mortensgård, when he'd read it, he began questioning me backwards and forwards and up and down, so that I soon guessed what was in it.
Rebecca. Then what do you think it was? Oh my dear good Madam Helseth, do tell me.
