Rebecca.
[Speaks to herself under her breath.] Not over the foot-bridge to-day either. He goes round. Never across the mill race. Never. [Leaves the window] Well, well, well!
[Goes and pulls the bell-rope; a moment after, Madam Helseth enters from the right.
Madam Helseth.
What is it, Miss?
Rebecca.
Madam Helseth, would you be so good as to have my trunk brought down from the garret?
Madam Helseth.
Your trunk?
Rebecca.
Yes—the brown sealskin trunk, you know.
Madam Helseth.
Yes, yes. But, Lord preserve us—are you going on a journey, Miss?
Rebecca.
Yes—now I am going on a journey, Madam Helseth.
Madam Helseth.
And immediately!
Rebecca.
As soon as I have packed up.
Madam Helseth.
Well, I've never heard the like of that! But you'll come back again soon, Miss, of course?
