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 Madam Helseth.

Lord preserve us, Miss—I don't see that there's much to be said against you. It's not so easy for a lone woman to be always on her guard, that's certain.—We're all of us human, Miss West.

Rebecca.

That's very true, Madam Helseth. We are all of us human.—What are you listening to?

Madam Helseth.

[In a low voice.] Oh Lord,—if I don't believe that's him coming.

Rebecca.

[Starts.] After all then? [Resolutely.] Well well; so be it.

Johannes Rosmer enters from the hall.

Rosmer.

[Sees the hand-bag, etc., turns to Rebecca, and asks:] What does this mean?

Rebecca.

I am going.

Rosmer.

At once?

Rebecca.

Yes. [To Madam Helseth.] Eleven o'clock then.

Madam Helseth.

Very well, Miss    [Goes out to the right.

Rosmer.

[After a short pause.] Where are you going to, Rebecca?