Allmers.
[More and more beside himself.] Yes, yes, I do! It was you that left the helpless child unwatched upon the table.
Rita.
He was lying so comfortably among the cushions, and sleeping so soundly. And you had promised to look after him.
Allmers.
Yes, I had. [Lowering his voice.] But then you came—you, you, you—and lured me to you.
Rita.
[Looking defiantly at him.] Oh, better own at once that you forgot the child and everything else.
Allmers.
[In suppressed desperation.] Yes, that is true. [Lower.] I forgot the child—in your arms!
Rita.
[Exasperated.] Alfred! Alfred—this is intolerable of you!
Allmers.
[In a low voice, clenching his fists before her face.] In that hour you condemned little Eyolf to death.
Rita.
[Wildly.] You, too! You, too—if it is as you say!
