Rebecca (looking at her). The dead?

Mrs. Helseth. Yes, one might almost say that they don't seem to
be able to tear themselves away from those they have left behind.

Rebecca. What puts that idea into your head?

Mrs. Helseth. Well, otherwise I know the White Horses would not
be seen here.

Rebecca. Tell me, Mrs. Helseth--what is this superstition about
the White Horses?

Mrs. Helseth. Oh, it is not worth talking about. I am sure you
don't believe in such things, either.

Rebecca. Do you believe in them?

Mrs. Helseth (goes to the window and shuts it). Oh, I am not
going to give you a chance of laughing at me, miss. (Looks out.)
See--is that not Mr. Rosmer out on the mill path again?

Rebecca (looking out). That man out there? (Goes to the window.)
Why, that is Mr. Kroll, of course!

Mrs. Helseth. So it is, to be sure.

Rebecca. That is delightful, because he is certain to be coming
here.