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had made up my mind to talk to you of our future, Rita—and first and foremost of Eyolf.

Rita.

[Smiling.] And so you did——

Allmers.

No, I had not time to—for you began to undress.

Rita.

Yes, and meanwhile you talked about Eyolf. Don't you remember? You wanted to know all about little Eyolf's digestion.

Allmers.

[Looking reproachfully at her.] Rita!

Rita.

And then you got into your bed, and slept the sleep of the just.

Allmers.

[Shaking his head.] Rita—Rita!

Rita.

[Lying at full length and looking up at him.] Alfred?

Allmers.

Yes?

Rita.

"There stood your champagne, but you tasted it not."