with a crutch under his left arm. His leg is shrunken. He is undersized, and looks delicate, but has beautiful intelligent eyes.
Allmers.
[Drops Eyolf's hand, goes up to Asta with an expression of marked pleasure, and holds out both his hands to her.] Asta! My dearest Asta! To think of your coming! To think of my seeing you so soon!
Asta.
I felt I must. Welcome home again!
Allmers.
[Shaking her hands.] Thank you for coming.
Rita.
Doesn't he look well?
Asta.
[Gazes fixedly at him.] Splendid! Quite splendid! His eyes are so much brighter! And I suppose you have done a great deal of writing on your travels? [With an outburst of joy.] I shouldn't wonder if you had finished the whole book, Alfred?
Allmers.
[Shrugging his shoulders.] The book? Oh, the book*
