ALLMERS. [Grinding his teeth.] And they didn"t save him!
RITA. I suppose they could not.
ALLMERS. They could swim--every one of them. Did they tell you how he was lying whilst they could see him?
RITA. Yes. They said he was lying on his back. And with great, open eyes.
ALLMERS. Open eyes. But quite still?
RITA. Yes, quite still. And then something came and swept him away. They called it the undertow.
ALLMERS. [Nodding slowly.] So that was the last they saw of him.
RITA. [Suffocated with tears.] Yes.
ALLMERS. [In a dull voice.] And never--never will any one see him again.
RITA. [Wailing.] I shall see him day and night, as he lay down there.
ALLMERS. With great, open eyes.
RITA. [Shuddering.] Yes, with great, open eyes. I see them! I see them now!
ALLMERS. [Rises slowly and looks with quiet menace at her.] Were they evil, those eyes, Rita?
RITA. [Turning pale.] Evil--!
ALLMERS. [Going close up to her.] Were they evil eyes that stared up? Up from the depths?
RITA. [Shrinking from him.] Alfred--!
ALLMERS. [Following her.] Answer me! Were they a child"s evil eyes?
RITA. [Shrieks.] Alfred! Alfred!
ALLMERS. Now things have come about--just as you wished, Rita.
RITA. I! What did I wish?
ALLMERS. That Eyolf were not here.
RITA. Never for a moment have I wished that! That Eyolf should not stand between us--that was what I wished.
ALLMERS. Well, well--he does not stand between us any more.
RITA. [Softly, gazing straight before her.] Perhaps now more than ever.
[With a sudden shudder.] Oh, that horrible sight!
ALLMERS. [Nods.] The child"s evil eyes.
RITA. [In dread, recoiling from him.] Let me be, Alfred! I am afraid of you. I have never seen you like this before.
ALLMERS. [Looks harshly and coldly at her.] Sorrow makes us wicked and hateful.
RITA. [Terrified, and yet defiant.] That is what I feel, too.
[ALLMERS goes towards the right and looks out over the fiord. RITA seats herself at the table. A short pause.]
ALLMERS. [Turning his head towards her.] You never really and truly loved him--never!
RITA. [With cold self-control.] Eyolf would never let me take him really and truly to my heart.
ALLMERS. Because you did not want to.
RITA. Oh yes, I did. I did want to. But some one stood in the way--even from the first.
ALLMERS. [Turning right round.] Do you mean that _I_ stood in the way?
RITA. Oh, no--not at first.
ALLMERS. [Coming nearer her.] Who, then?
RITA. His aunt.
ALLMERS. Asta?
RITA. Yes. Asta stood and barred the way for me.
ALLMERS. Can you say that, Rita?
RITA. Yes. Asta--she took him to her heart--from the moment that happened--that miserable fall.
ALLMERS. If she did so, she did it in love.
RITA. [Vehemently.] That is just it! I cannot endure to share anything with any one! Not in love.
ALLMERS. We two should have shared him between us in love.
RITA. [Looking scornfully at him.] We? Oh, the truth is you have never had any real love for him either.
ALLMERS. [Looks at her in astonishment.] _I_ have not--!
RITA. No, you have not. At first you were so utterly taken up by that book of yours--about Responsibility.
ALLMERS. [Forcibly.] Yes, I was. But my very book--I sacrificed for Eyolf"s sake.
RITA. Not out of love for him.