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had made up my mind to talk to you of our future, Rita—and first and foremost of Eyolf.
Rita.
[Smiling.] And so you did
Allmers.
No, I had not time to—for you began to undress.
Rita.
Yes, and meanwhile you talked about Eyolf. Don't you remember? You wanted to know all about little Eyolf's digestion.
Allmers.
[Looking reproachfully at her.] Rita!
Rita.
And then you got into your bed, and slept the sleep of the just.
Allmers.
[Shaking his head.] Rita—Rita!
Rita.
[Lying at full length and looking up at him.] Alfred?
Allmers.
Yes?
Rita.
"There stood your champagne, but you tasted it not."
