MRS. HELSETH. The carriage, miss, is--.
(Looks round the room.) Not here? Out together at this time of night? Well, well--I must say--! Hm!
(Goes out into the hall, looks round and comes in again.) Not sitting on the bench--ah, well!
(Goes to the window and looks out.) Good heavens! What is that white thing--! As I am a living soul, they are both out on the foot-bridge! God forgive the sinful creatures--if they are not in each other’s arms!
(Gives a wild scream.) Ah!--they are over--both of them! Over into the mill-race! Help! help!
(Her knees tremble, she holds on shakily to the back of a chair and can scarcely get her words out.) No. No help here. The dead woman has taken them.