This page needs to be proofread.
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.
