Madam Helseth. He didn't look well. I wonder if there isn't something amiss between him and his brother-in-law.
Rebecca. What do you think it can be?
Madam Helseth. I couldn't say. Perhaps it's that Mortensgård that has been setting them against each other.
Rebecca. Likely enough.—Do you know anything of this Peter Mortensgård?
Madam Helseth. No indeed. How could you think so, Miss? A fellow like him.
Rebecca. Do you mean because he edits such a low paper?
Madam Helseth. Oh, it's not only that.—You must have heard, Miss, that he had a child by a married woman that had been deserted by her husband?
Rebecca. Yes, I have heard of it. But it must have been long before I came here.
Madam Helseth. It's true he was very young at the time; and she should have known better. He wanted to marry her too; but of course he couldn't do that. And I don't say he hasn't paid dear for it.—But,
