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Asta.
Oh, Alfred, I hope you have never told Rita this?
Allmers.
Yes, I believe I did once tell her.
Asta.
Oh, Alfred, how could you do that?
Allmers.
Well, you see—one tells one's wife everything—very nearly.
Asta.
Yes, I suppose one does.
Allmers.
[As if awakening, clutches at his forehead and starts up.] Oh, how can I sit here and
Asta.
[Rising, looks sorrowfully at him.] What is the matter?
Allmers.
He had almost passed away from me. He had passed quite away.
Asta.
Eyolf!
Allmers.
Here I sat, living in these recollections—and he had no part in them.
