Madam Helseth.
Dear Lord, yes. No wonder the Pastor thinks twice about setting foot on that bridge. A place where a thing like that has happened
Rebecca.
[Folding up her work.] They cling to their dead here at Rosmersholm.
Madam Helseth.
Now I would say, Miss, that it's the dead that clings to Rosmersholm.
Rebecca.
[Looks at her.] The dead?
Madam Helseth.
Yes, it's almost as if they couldn't tear themselves away from the folk that are left.
Rebecca.
What makes you fancy that?
Madam Helseth.
Well, if it wasn't for that, there would be no White Horse, I suppose.
Rebecca.
Now what is all this about the White Horse, Madam Helseth?
Madam Helseth.
Oh, I don't like to talk about it. And, besides, you don't believe in such things.
Rebecca.
Do you believe in it, then?
