Allmers.
[Vehemently, withdrawing from her.] No, no, no—don't talk to me of that! I cannot, I tell you. [More calmly.] Let me remain here, with you. Asta. Well, I will not leave you. Allmers. [Seizing her hand and holding it fast.] Thank you for that! [Looks out for a time over the fiord.] Where is my little Eyolf now? [Smiling sadly to her.] Can you tell me that—my big, wise Eyolf? [Shaking his head.] No one in all the world can tell me that. I know only this one terrible thing—that he is gone from me. Asta. [Looking up to the left, and withdrawing her hand.] Here they are coming. [Mrs. Allmers and Engineer Borgheim come down by the wood-path, she leading the way. She wears a dark dress and a black veil over her head. He has an umbrella under his arm.
Allmers.
[Going to meet her.] How is it with you, Rita?
Rita.
[Passing him.] Oh, don't ask.
