Rebecca.
Yes. We are one. Come! We go gladly.
[They go out hand in hand through the hall, and are seen to turn to the left. The door remains open.
[The room stands empty for a little while. Then the door to the right is opened by Madam Helseth.
Madam Helseth.
Miss West—the carriage is[Looks round.] Not here? Out together at this time of night? Well—I must say! H'm! [Goes out into the hall, looks round, and comes in again.] Not on the garden seat. Ah, well well. [Goes to the window and looks out.] Oh good God! that white thing there! My soul! They're both of them out on the bridge! God forgive the sinful creatures—if they're not in each other's arms! [Shrieks aloud.] Oh—down—both of them! Out into the mill race! Help! Help! [Her knees tremble; she holds on to the chair-back, shaking all over; she can scarcely get the words out.] No. No help here.—The dead wife has taken them.
THE END.
