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Asta.
No, he wasn't in the garden.—
Rita.
[With upstretched arms.] Oh, if only it isn't he! Borgheim. [Listens, and calls down.] Whose child is it, do you say? [Indistinct voices are heard. Borgheim and Asta utter a suppressed cry, and rush out through the garden.
Allmers.
[In an agony of dread.] It isn't Eyolf! It isn't Eyolf, Rita! Rita. [On the verandah, listening.] Hush! Be quiet! Let me hear what they are saying! [Rita rushes back with a piercing shriek, into the room.
Allmers.
[Following her.] What did they say?
Rita.
[Sinking down beside the armchair on the left.] They said: "The crutch is floating!"
Allmers.
[Almost paralysed.] No! No! No!
