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Allmers.
What can it be? [Looks out for a moment.] No doubt it's those street urchins at some mischief again. Borgheim. [Calls, leaning over the verandah railings.] I say, you boys down there! What's the matter? [Several voices are heard answering indistinctly and confusedly.
Rita.
What do they say?
Borgheim.
They say it's a child that's drowned.
Allmers.
A child drowned?
Asta.
[Uneasily] A little boy, they say.
Allmers.
Oh, they can all swim, every one of them.
Rita.
[Shrieks in terror..] Where is Eyolf?
Allmers.
Keep quiet—quiet. Eyolf is down in the garden, playing.