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Eyolf.
And what will you do then?
Allmers.
[Seriously.] Then I will go to the mountains again
Rita.
Fie, Alfred! For shame!
Allmers.
—up to the peaks and the great waste places.
Eyolf.
Papa, don't you think I shall soon be well enough for you to take me with you?
Allmers.
[With painful emotion.] Oh, yes, perhaps, my little boy.
Eyolf.
It would be so splendid, you know, if I could climb the mountains, like you.
Asta.
[Changing the subject.] Why, how beautifully you are dressed to-day, Eyolf!
Eyolf.
Yes, don't you think so, Auntie?
Asta.
Yes, indeed. Is it in honour of Papa that you have got your new clothes on?
