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 Rebecca West.

Yes, please do. The Pastor must soon be in now.

Madam Helseth.

Don't you feel the draught, Miss, where you're sitting?

Rebecca.

Yes, there is a little draught. Perhaps you had better shut the window.

[Madam Helseth shuts the door into the hall, and then comes to the window.

Madam Helseth.

[About to shut the window, looks out.] Why, isn't that the Pastor over there?

Rebecca.

[Hastily.] Where? [Rises.] Yes, it is he. [Behind the curtain.] Stand aside—don't let him see us.

Madam Helseth.

[Keeping hack from the window.] Only think, Miss—he's beginning to take the path by the mill again.

Rebecca.

He went that way the day before yesterday too. [Peeps out between the curtains and the window-frame.] But let us see whether

Madam Helsteh.

Will he venture across the foot-bridge?

Rebecca.

That is what I want to see. [After a pause.] No, he is turning. He is going by the upper road again. [Leaves the window.] A long way round.