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RITA. For you alone?
BORGHEIM. Yes, for me alone.
RITA. [Glances darkly at ALLMERS.] Do you hear that? [Turns to BORGHEIM.] I'll wager it is some one with the evil eye that has played you this trick.
BORGHEIM. [Looks at her.] The evil eye?
RITA. [Nodding.] Yes, the evil eye.
BORGHEIM. Do you believe in the evil eye, Mrs. Allmers?
RITA. Yes. I have begun to believe in the evil eye. Especially in a child's evil eye.
ALLMERS. [Shocked, whispers.] Rita--how can you--?
RITA. [Speaking low.] It is you that make me so wicked and hateful, Alfred.
[Confused cries and shrieks are heard in the distance, from the direction of the fiord.]
BORGHEIM. [Going to the gla.s.s door.] What noise is that?
ASTA. [In the doorway.] Look at all those people running down to the pier!
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.
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.] Hus.h.!.+ 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!
RITA. [Hoa.r.s.ely.] Eyolf! Eyolf! Oh, but they must save him!
ALLMERS. [Half distracted.] They must, they must! So precious a life!
[He rushes down through the garden.]
ACT SECOND
[A little narrow glen by the side of the fiord, on ALLMERS'S property.
On the left, lofty old trees overarch the spot. Down the slope in the background a brook comes leaping, and loses itself among the stones on the margin of the wood. A path winds along by the brook-side. To the right there are only a few single trees, between which the fiord is visible. In front is seen the corner of a boat-shed with a boat drawn up. Under the old trees on the left stands a table with a bench and one or two chairs, all made of thin birch-staves. It is a heavy, damp day, with driving mist wreaths.]
[ALFRED ALLMERS, dressed as before, sits on the bench, leaning his arms on the table. His hat lies before him. He gazes absently and immovably out over the water.]
[Presently ASTA ALLMERS comes down the woodpath. She is carrying an open umbrella.]
ASTA. [Goes quietly and cautiously up to him.] You ought not to sit down here in this gloomy weather, Alfred.
ALLMERS. [Nods slowly without answering.]
ASTA. [Closing her umbrella.] I have been searching for you such a long time.
ALLMERS. [Without expression.] Thank you.
ASTA. [Moves a chair and seats herself close to him.] Have you been sitting here long? All the time?
ALLMERS. [Does not answer at first. Presently he says.] No, I cannot grasp it. It seems so utterly impossible.
ASTA. [Laying her hand compa.s.sionately on his arm.] Poor Alfred!
ALLMERS. [Gazing at her.] Is it really true then, Asta? Or have I gone mad? Or am I only dreaming? Oh, if it were only a dream! Just think, if I were to waken now!
ASTA. Oh, if I could only waken you!
