Rita.
[Springing up.] Oh, don't use such words of that horror!
Allmers.
I did not feel it so. I had no fear. Here went death and I, it seemed to me, like two good fellow-travellers. It all seemed so natural—so simple, I thought. In my family, we don't live to be old
Rita.
Oh, don't say such things, Alfred! You see you came safely out of it, after all.
Allmers.
Yes; all of a sudden, I found myself where I wanted to be—on the other side of the lake.
Rita.
It must have been a night of terror for you, Alfred. But now that it is over, you will not admit it to yourself.
Allmers.
That night sealed my resolution. And it was then that I turned about and came straight homewards. To Eyolf.
Rita.
[Softly.] Too late.
Allmers.
Yes. And then when—my fellow-traveller came and took him—then I felt the horror of it; of it all; of all that, in spite of everything,
