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Rita.
Oh, whatever you like to call it—we cannot bear it alone, we two. Oh, Asta, I beg and implore you! Stay here and help us! Take Eyolf's place for us
Asta.
[Shrinking.] Eyolf's
Rita.
Yes, would you not have it so, Alfred?
Allmers.
If she can and will.
Rita.
You used to call her your little Eyolf. [Seizes her hand.] Henceforth you shall be our Eyolf, Asta! Eyolf, as you were before.
Allmers.
[With concealed emotion.] Remain—and share our life with us, Asta. With Rita. With me. With me—your brother!
Asta.
[With decision, snatches her hand away.] No. I cannot. [Turning.] Mr. Borgheim—what time does the steamer start?
Borgheim.
Now—at once.
