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Madam Helseth.
Oh, Miss, you mustn't sit there and make fun of me. [Listens.] Hush, hush—here's the Pastor coming down. He doesn't like to see dusting going on. [She goes out to the right.
Johannes Rosmer, with his hat and stick in his hand, enters from the hall.
Rosmer. Good morning, Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Good morning, dear. [A moment after—crocheting.] Are you going out?
Rosmer.
Yes.
Rebecca.
It's a beautiful day.
Rosmer.
You didn't look in on me this morning.
Rebecca.
No, I didn't. Not to-day.
Rosmer.
Do you not intend to in future?
Rebecca.
Oh, I don't know yet, dear.
Rosmer.
Has anything come for me?
