ALLMERS. [In a low voice.] You were so entrancingly beautiful, Rita.
RITA. [Looks searchingly at him.] Then that was the only reason? Say it, Alfred! The only reason?
ALLMERS. [Conquering himself.] No, there was another as well.
RITA. [With an outburst.] I can guess what that was! It was "my gold, and my green forests," as you call it. Was it not so, Alfred?
ALLMERS. Yes.
RITA. [Looks at him with deep reproach.] How could you--how could you!
ALLMERS. I had Asta to think of.
RITA. [Angrily.] Yes, Asta! [Bitterly.] Then it was really Asta that brought us two together?
ALLMERS. She knew nothing about it. She has no suspicion of it, even to this day.
RITA. [Rejecting the plea.] It was Asta, nevertheless! [Smiling, with a sidelong glance of scorn. ] Or, no--it was little Eyolf. Little Eyolf, my dear!
ALLMERS. Eyolf--?
RITA. Yes, you used to call her Eyolf, did you not? I seem to remember your telling me so--once, in a moment of confidence. [Coming up to him.]
Do you remember it--that entrancingly beautiful hour, Alfred?
ALLMERS. [Recoiling, as if in horror.] I remember nothing! I will not remember!
RITA. [Following him.] It was in that hour--when your other little Eyolf was crippled for life!
ALLMERS. [In a hollow voice, supporting himself against the table.]
Retribution!
RITA. [Menacingly.] Yes, retribution!
[ASTA and BORGHEIM return by way of the boat-shed. She is carrying some water-lilies in her hand.]
RITA. [With self-control.] Well, Asta, have you and Mr. Borgheim talked things thoroughly over?
ASTA. Oh, yes--pretty well.
[She puts down her umbrella and lays the flowers upon a chair.]
BORGHEIM. Miss Allmers has been very silent during our walk.
RITA. Indeed, has she? Well, Alfred and I have talked things out thoroughly enough--
ASTA. [Looking eagerly at both of them.] What is this--?
RITA. Enough to last all our lifetime, I say. [Breaking off.] Come now, let us go up to the house, all four of us. We must have company about us in future. It will never do for Alfred and me to be alone.
ALLMERS. Yes, do you go ahead, you two. [Turning.] I must speak a word to you before we go, Asta.
RITA. [Looking at him.] Indeed? Well then, you come with me, Mr.
Borgheim.
[RITA and BORGHEIM go up the wood-path.]
ASTA. [Anxiously.] Alfred, what is the matter?
ALLMERS. [Darkly.] Only that I cannot endure to be here any more.
ASTA. Here! With Rita, do you mean?
ALLMERS. Yes. Rita and I cannot go on living together.
ASTA. [Seizes his arm and shakes it.] Oh, Alfred--don"t say anything so terrible!
ALLMERS. It is the truth. I am telling you. We are making each other wicked and hateful.
ASTA. [With painful emotion.] I had never--never dreamt of anything like this!
ALLMERS. I did not realise it either, till to-day.
ASTA. And now you want to--! What is it you really want, Alfred?
ALLMERS. I want to get away from everything here--far, far away from it all.
ASTA. And to stand quite alone in the world?
ALLMERS. [Nods.] As I used to, before, yes.
ASTA. But you are not fitted for living alone!
ALLMERS. Oh, yes. I was so in the old days, at any rate.
ASTA. In the old days, yes; for then you had me with you.
ALLMERS. [Trying to take her hand.] Yes. And it is to you, Asta, that I now want to come home again.
ASTA. [Eluding him.] To me! No, no, Alfred! That is quite impossible.
ALLMERS. [Looks sadly at her.] Then Borgheim stands in the way after all?
ASTA. [Earnestly.] No, no; he does not! That is quite a mistake!
ALLMERS. Good. Then I will come to you--my dear, dear sister. I must come to you again--home to you, to be purified and enn.o.bled after my life with--
ASTA. [Shocked.] Alfred,--you are doing Rita a great wrong!