Madam Helseth.
[Goes and shuts the window.] Oh, you'd only be for laughing at me, Miss. [Looks out.] Why, isn't that Mr. Rosmer on the mill-path again?
Rebecca.
[Looks out.] That man there? [Goes to the window.] No, that's the Rector!
Madam Helseth.
Yes, so it is.
Rebecca.
This is delightful. You may be sure he's coming here.
Madam Helseth.
He goes straight over the foot-bridge, he does. And yet she was his sister, his own flesh and blood. Well, I'll go and lay the table then, Miss West.
[She goes out to the right. Rebecca stands at the window for a short time; then smiles and nods to some one outside. It begins to grow dark.
Rebecca.
[Goes to the door on the right.] Oh, Madam Helseth, you might let us have some little extra dish for supper. You know what the Rector likes best.
Madam Helseth.
[Outside.] Oh yes, Miss, I'll see to it.
Rebecca.
[Opens the door to the hall.] At last—! How glad I am to see you, my dear Rector.
