Asta.
Yes, Alfred—little Eyolf was behind it all.
Allmers.
No, he was not. He slipped out of my memory—out of my thoughts. I did not see him for a moment as we sat here talking. I utterly forgot him all that time.
Asta.
But surely you must take some rest in your sorrow.
Allmers.
No, no, no; that is just what I will not do! I must not—I have no right—and no heart for it, either. [Going in great excitement towards the right.] All my thoughts must be out there, where he lies drifting in the depths!
Asta.
[Following him and holding him back.] Alfred—Alfred! Don't go to the fiord.
Allmers.
I must go out to him! Let me go, Asta! I will take the boat.
Asta.
[In terror.] Don't go to the fiord, I say!
Allmers.
[Yielding.] No, no—I will not. Only let me alone.
