And it is a father that I want henceforth to be to Eyolf.
Rita.
[Looking at him and shaking her head.] I don't think I quite understand you.
Allmers.
I mean that I will try with all my might to make his misfortune as painless and easy to him as it can possibly be.
Rita.
Oh, but, dear—thank Heaven, I don't think he feels it so deeply.
Asta.
[With emotion.] Yes, Rita, he does.
Allmers.
Yes, you may be sure he feels it deeply.
Rita.
[Impatiently.] But, Alfred, what more can you do for him?
Allmers.
I will try to perfect all the rich possibilities that are dawning in his childish soul. I will foster all the noble germs in his nature—make them blossom and bear fruit. [With more and more warmth, rising.] And I will do more than that! I will help him to bring his desires into harmony with what lies attainable before him. That is just what at present they are not.
