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*chief. Shortly afterwards, Eyolf slips cautiously and unnoticed out to the right.
Allmers.
[Takes up the portfolio from the table by the sofa.] Is this your portfolio, Asta?
Asta.
Yes. I have some of the old letters in it.
Allmers.
Ah, the family letters
Asta.
You know you asked me to arrange them for you while you were away.
Allmers.
[Pats her on the head.] And you have actually found time to do that, dear?
Asta.
Oh, yes. I have done it partly out here and partly at my own rooms in town.
Allmers.
Thanks, dear. Did you find anything particular in them?
Asta.
[Lightly.] Oh, you know you always find something or other in such old papers. [Speaking lower and seriously.] It is the letters to mother that are in this portfolio.
