[Rebecca goes and pulls a bell-rope near the stove. Shortly after, Madam Helseth enters from the right.
Rebecca.
You can take away the supper things, Madam Helseth. Mr. Rosmer doesn't want anything, and the Rector has gone home.
Madam Helseth.
Has the Rector gone? What was the matter with him?
Rebecca.
[Takes up her crochet work.] He said he thought there was a heavy storm brewing
Madam Helseth.
What a strange notion! There's not a cloud in the sky this evening.
Rebecca.
Let us hope he mayn't meet the White Horse! I'm afraid we shall soon be hearing something from the bogies now.
Madam Helseth.
Lord forgive you, Miss! Don't say such awful things.
Rebecca.
Well, well, well
Madam Helseth.
[Softly.] Do you really think some one is to go soon, Miss?
Rebecca.
No; why should I think so? But there are so
