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 STOLF
 
 LITTL6 STOLF 
 
 A PLAY 
 
 In Three lActs 
 
 BY HENRIK IBSEN 
 
 Translated from the Norwegian by 
 
 WILLIAM ARCHER 
 
 LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN 
 
 MDCCCXCV 
 
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 THIRD EDITION 
 
 Copyright 1894 
 
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 8873 
 
 PERSONS 
 
 ALFRED ALLMERS, landed proprietor, man of letters, 
 formerly a tutor. 
 
 MRS. RITA ALLMERS, his wife. 
 
 EYOLF, their child, nine years old. 
 
 Miss ASTA ALLMERS, Alfred's younger half-sister. 
 
 ENGINEER BORGHEIM. 
 
 THE RAT-WIPE. 
 
 The action takes place on ALLMERS'S property, bordering 
 on thejiord, twelve or fourteen miles from Christiania.
 
 TRANSLATOR'S NOTE 
 
 The word ''Rat-Wife " is formed on the analogy of" Fish- 
 wife? "Hen-wife," "Housewife," &c., the "wife" 
 (German " weib ") implying merely a woman not neces- 
 sarily a married woman. 
 
 The verse quoted on pp. 60 and 61, is the last line of a 
 very well-known poem by Johan Sebastian Welhaven, entitled 
 " Republikanerne" written in 1839. Jin unknown gue !t 
 in a Paris restaurant has been challenged by a noisy party 
 of young Frenchmen to join them in drinking a health to 
 Poland. He refuses ; they denounce him as a craven and 
 a slave ; he bares his breast and shows the scars of wounds 
 received in fighting for the country whose lost cause has 
 become a subject for conventional enthusiasm and windy 
 oratory. 
 
 tl De saae paa hverandre. Han vandred sin vei. 
 De havde champagne, men rorte den ei" 
 
 " They looked at each other. He went on his way. There 
 stood their champagne, but they did not touch it.'"
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 THE FIRST ACT 
 
 A pretty and richly-decorated garden-room, full oj 
 furniture, flowers, and plants. At the back, open 
 glass doors, leading out to a verandah. An ex- 
 tensive view over the fiord. In the distance, 
 wooded hillsides. A door in each of the side walls, 
 the one on the right a folding door, placed far 
 back. In front on the right, a sofa, with cushions 
 and rugs. Beside the sofa, a small table, and 
 chairs. In front, on the left, a larger table, with 
 arm-chairs around it. On the table stands an open 
 /land-bag. It is an early summer morning, with 
 warm sunshine. 
 
 Mrs. RITA ALLMERS stands beside tlie table, facing 
 towards the left, engaged in unpacking the bag.
 
 2 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 She is a handsome, rather tall, well-developed blonde, 
 about thirty years of age, dressed in a light- 
 coloured morning-gown. 
 
 /Shortly after, Miss ASTA ALLMERS enters by the door 
 on the right, wearing a light brown- summer dress, 
 with hat, jacket, and parasol. Under her arm- 
 she carries a rather large locked portfolio. She 
 is slim, of middle height, with dark hair, and 
 deep, earnest eyes. Twenty-five years old. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [As she enters.] Good-morning, my dear Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Turns her head, and nods to her.'] What ! is that 
 you, Asta ? Come all the way from town so early ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Takes off" her things, and lays them on a chair beside 
 the door.] Yes, such a restless feeling came over me. 
 I felt I must]coTae out to-day, and see how little Eyolf 
 was getting on and you too. [Lays the portfolio on 
 the table beside the sofa.] So I took the steamer, and 
 here I am. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Smiling to her.] And I daresay you met one or
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 3 
 
 other of your friends on board ? Quite by chance, of 
 course. 
 
 AST A. 
 
 [Quietly.] No, I didn't meet a soul I knew. [Sees 
 the bag.] Why, Rita, what have you got there ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Still unpacking.] Alfred's travelling-bag. Don't 
 you recognise it ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Joyfully, approaching her.] What ! Has Alfred 
 come home ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, only think he came quite unexpectedly by 
 the late train last night. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Oh, then that was what my feeling meant ! It 
 was that that drew me out here ! And he hadn't 
 written a line to let you know ? Not even a post- 
 card? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Not a single word. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Didn't he even telegraph ?
 
 4 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, an hour before he arrived quite curtly and 
 coldly. [Laughs.] Don't you think that was like 
 him, Asta? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes ; he goes so quietly about everything. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 But that made it all the more delightful to have 
 him again. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes, I'm sure it would. 
 
 RITA. 
 A whole fortnight before I expected him ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 And is he quite well ? Not in low spirits ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Closes the bag with a snap, and smiles at her.] He 
 looked quite transfigured as he stood in the doorway. 
 
 ASTA. 
 And wasn't he the least bit tired either ?
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 5 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh, yes, he seemed to be tired enough very tired, 
 in fact. But, poor fellow, you see he had come on 
 foot the greater part of the way. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 And then perhaps the high mountain air may 
 have been rather too keen for him. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh, no ; I don't think so at all. I haven't heard 
 him cough once. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Ah, there you see now ! It was a good thing, 
 after all, that the doctor talked him into taking this 
 tour. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, now that it's safely over. But I can tell you 
 it has been a terrible time for me, Asta. I've never 
 cared to talk about it and you so seldom came out 
 to see me, too 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes, I daresay that wasn't very nice of me 
 but
 
 6 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Well, well, well, of course you had your school to 
 attend to in town. [Smiling.] And then our road- 
 maker friend of course he was away too. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Oh, don't talk like that, Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Very well, then; we'll leave the road-maker out 
 of the question. You can't think how I've been 
 longing for Alfred ! How empty the place seemed ! 
 How desolate ! Ugh, it felt as if there had been a 
 funeral in the house ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 Why, dear me, only six or seven weeks 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes; but you must remember that Alfred has 
 never been away from me before never so much as 
 twenty-four hours. Not once in all these ten years. 
 
 ASTA. 
 No; but that's just why I really think it was
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 7 
 
 high time he should have a little outing this year. 
 He ought to have gone for a tramp in the mountains 
 every summer he really ought. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Half smiling .] Oh yes, it's all very well for you 
 to talk. If I were as as reasonable as you, I sup- 
 pose I should have let him go before perhaps. But 
 I positively couldn't, Asta ! It seemed to me I 
 should never get him back again. Surely you can 
 understand that ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 No. But I daresay that's because I have no one to 
 
 lose. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [With a teasing smile.] Really ? No one at all ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Not that / know of. [Changing the subject.] But 
 tell me, Rita, where is Alfred ? Is he still asleep ? 
 
 RITA. 
 Oh, not at all. He got up as early as ever to-day. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Then he can't have been so very tired after all.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, he was last night when he arrived. But 
 now he has had little Eyolf with him in his room 
 for a whole hour and more. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Poor little white-faced boy ! Has he got to be for 
 ever at his lessons again ? 
 
 ElTA. 
 
 [JFiTA. a slight shrug.] Alfred will have it so, you 
 know. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes ; but I think you ought to put down your foot 
 about it, Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Somewhat impatiently.] Oh no ; come now, I really 
 can't meddle with that matter. Alfred knows so 
 much better about these things than I do. And what 
 would you have Eyolf do ? He can't run about and 
 play, you see like other children. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [With decision.] I will talk to Alfred about this.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF g 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, do ; I wish you would. Oh ! here he is. 
 
 [ALFRED ALLMERS, dressed in light summer 
 clothes, enters by the door on the left, leading 
 EYOLF by the hand. He is a slim, lightly- 
 built man of about thirty-six or thirty-seven, 
 with gentle eyes, and thin brown hair and 
 beard. His expression is serious and 
 thoughtful. EYOLF wears a dress cut like 
 a uniform, with gold braid and gilt 'mili- 
 tary buttons. He is lame, and walks with 
 a crutch under his left arm. His leg is 
 shrunken. He is undersized, and looks 
 delicate, but has beautiful intelligent eyes. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Drops EYOLF'S hand, goes up to ASTA with an ex- 
 pression of marked pleasure, and Jiolds out both his hands 
 to her.] Asta ! My dearest Asta ! To think of your 
 coming ! To think of my seeing you so soon ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 I felt I must . Welcome home again ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Shaking her Itands.] Thank you for coming.
 
 io LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 Doesn't he look well ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Gazes fixdly at him.] Splendid ! Quite splendid ! 
 His eyes are so much brighter ! And I suppose 
 you've done a great deal of writing on your travels ? 
 [With an outburst of joy.] I shouldn't wonder if you'd 
 finished the whole book, Alfred ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Shrugging his shoulders] The book ? Oh, the 
 
 book 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes, I was sure you would find it go so easily when 
 once you got away. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 So I thought too. But, do you know, I didn't find 
 it so at all. The truth is, I haven't written a line of 
 the book. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Not a line ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oho ! I wondered when I found all the paper lying 
 untouched in your bag.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF n 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 But, my dear Alfred, what have you been doing 
 all this time ? 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 [Smiling.] Only thinking and thinking and 
 thinking* 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Putting her awn round his neck.] And thinking 
 a little, too, of those you had left at home ? 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 Yes, that you may be sure of. I've thought a great 
 deal of you every single day. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Taking her arm away.] Ah, that's all I care about. 
 
 ASTA 
 
 But you haven't even touched the book ! And yet 
 you can look so happy and contented ! That's not 
 what you generally do I mean when your work is 
 going badly. 
 
 ALLMEES, 
 
 You're right there. You see, I've been such a fool
 
 12 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 hitherto. All the best that's in you goes into think- 
 ing. What you put on paper is worth very little. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Exclaiming.] Worth very little 1 
 
 RITA. 
 [Laughing.] Are you out of your senses, Alfred ? 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 [Looks confidingly up at him.] Oh yes, Papa, what 
 you write is worth a great deal ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Smiling and stroking his hair] Well, well, since 
 
 you say so But I can tell you, some one is 
 
 coming after me who will do it better. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 Who can that be ? Oh, tell me ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Only wait you may be sure he'll come, and let us 
 hear of him. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 And what will you do then ?
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 13 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Seriously] Then I'll 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'll 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're 
 dressed to-day, Eyolf ! 
 
 EYOLF. 
 Yes, don't you think so, Auntie ?
 
 I 4 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes, indeed. Is it in honour of Papa that you've 
 got your new clothes on ? 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 Yes, I asked Mama to let me. I wanted so to let 
 Papa see me in them. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [In a low voice, to RITA.] You shouldn't have given 
 him clothes like that. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [In a low voice.] Oh, he has teased me so long about 
 them he had set his heart on them. He gave me no 
 peace. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 And I forgot to tell you, Papa Borgheim has 
 bought me a new bow. And he's taught me how to 
 shoot with it too. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Ah, there now that's just the sort of thing for 
 you, Eyolf. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 And next time he comes, I shall ask him to teach 
 me to swim, too.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 15 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 To swim ! Oh, what makes you want to learn 
 swimming ? 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 Well, you know, all the boys down at the beach 
 can swim. I'm the only one that can't. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [JP^A emotion, taking him in his arms.] You shall 
 learn whatever you like everything you really want 
 to. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 Then do you know what I want most of all, Papa ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 No ; tell me ? 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 I want most of all to be a soldier. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Oh, little Eyolf, there are many, many other 
 things that are better than that. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 Ah, but when I grow big, then I shall have to be a 
 soldier. You know that, don't you ?
 
 16 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Clenching his hands together.] Well, well, well : we 
 
 shall see 
 
 ASTA 
 
 [Seating herself at the table on the left.] Eyolf ! 
 Come here to me, and I'll tell you something. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 [Goes up to her.] What is it, Auntie ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 What do you think, Eyolf I have seen the Rat- 
 Wife. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 What! Seen the Rat- Wife! Oh, you're only 
 making a fool of me ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 No ; it's quite true. I saw her yesterday. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 Where did you see her ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 I saw her on the road, outside the town.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 17 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 I saw her, too, somewhere up in the country. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Who is sitting on the sofa.] Perhaps it'll be our 
 turn to see her next, Eyolf . 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 Auntie, isn't it strange that she should be called 
 the Rat- Wife ? 
 
 AST A. 
 
 Oh, people just give her that name because she 
 wanders round the country driving away all the 
 rats. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 I've heard that her real name is Varg. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 Varg ! That means a wolf, doesn't it ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Patting him on the head.] So you know that, do 
 you? 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 [Cautiously.] Then perhaps it may be true, after 
 
 B
 
 i 8 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 all, that she's a were- wolf at night. Do you believe 
 that, Papa ? 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 Oh, no ; I don't believe it. Now you ought to go 
 and play a little in the garden. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 Shouldn't I take some books with me ? 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 No, no books after this. You'd better go down to 
 the beach to the other boys. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 [Shyly.] No, Papa, I won't go down to the boys 
 to-day. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 Why not ? 
 
 EYOLF. 
 Oh, because I have these clothes on. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 [Knitting his brows.] Do you mean that they make 
 fun of of your pretty clothes ?
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 19 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 [Evasively.] No, they daren't for then I would 
 thrash them. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Aha ! then why ? 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 You see, they're so naughty, these boys. And then 
 they say I can never be a soldier. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [TF&A suppressed indignation.] Why do they say 
 that, do you think ? 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 I suppose they're jealous of me. For you know, 
 Papa, they're so poor, they have to go about barefoot. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 \Softly, with choking voice.] Oh, Rita how it wrings 
 my heart ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Soothingly, rising.] There, there, there ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Threateningly.] But these rascals shall soon find 
 out who's the master down at the beach !
 
 20 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Listening. \ There's some one knocking. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 Oh, I'm sure it's Borgheim ! 
 
 EITA. 
 Come in. 
 
 [The RAT- WIFE comes softly and noiselessly in 
 by the door on the right. She is a thin little 
 shrunken figure, old and grey-haired, with 
 keen, piercing eyes, dressed in an old- 
 fashioned flowered gown, with a black 
 hood and cloak. She has in her hand a 
 large red umbrella, and carries a black bag 
 by a loop over her arm. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 [Softly, taking hold O/ASTA'S dress.] Auntie! That 
 must surely be her ! 
 
 THE RAT-WIFE. 
 
 [Curtseying at the door.] I humbly beg pardon 
 but are your worships troubled with any gnawing 
 hings in the house ?
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 21 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 Here ? No, I don't think so. 
 
 THE RAT-WIFE. 
 
 For it would be such a pleasure to me to rid your 
 worships' house of them. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, yes; we understand. But we haven't got 
 anything of the sort here. 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 
 That's very unlucky, that is ; for I just happened 
 to be on my rounds now, and goodness knows when I 
 may be in these parts again. Oh, how tired I am ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Pointing to a chair.] Yes, you look tired. 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 
 I know one ought never to get tired of doing good 
 to the poor little things that are hated and perse- 
 cuted so cruelly. But it takes your strengt h out of 
 you, it does. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Won't you sit down and rest a little ?
 
 22 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 THE RAT-WIFE. 
 
 I thank your ladyship with all my heart. [Seats 
 herself on a chair between the door and the so/a.] I've 
 been out all night at my work. 
 
 ALLMEKS. 
 Have you indeed ? 
 
 THE RAT-WIFE. 
 
 Yes, over on the islands. [With a chuckling laugh.] 
 The people sent for me, I can assure you. They didn't 
 like it a bit ; but there was nothing else to be done. 
 They had to put a good face on it, and bite the sour 
 apple. [Looks at EYOLF, and nods.] The sour apple, 
 little master, the sour apple. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 [Involuntarily, a little timidly.] Why did they have 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 What? 
 
 EYOLF. 
 To bite it ? 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 Why, because they couldn't keep body and soul
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 23 
 
 together on account of the rats and all the little rat- 
 children, you see, young master. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Ugh ! Poor people ! Have they so many of 
 them? 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 
 Yes, it was all alive and swarming with them. 
 [Laughs with quiet glee.] They came creepy-crawly up 
 into the beds all night long. They plumped into the 
 milk-cans, and they went pittering and pattering all 
 over the floor, backwards and forwards, and up and 
 down. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 [Softly, to AST A.] I shall never go there, Auntie. 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 
 But then I came I, and another along with me. 
 And we took them with us, every one the sweet little 
 creatures ! We made an end of every one of them. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 [With a shriek.] Papa look! look! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Good Heavens, Eyolf !
 
 24 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 What's the matter ? 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 [Pointing.] There's something wriggling in the 
 bag! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [At the extreme left, shrieks.] Ugh ! Send her 
 away, Alfred ! 
 
 THE EAT- WIFE. 
 
 [Laughing.] Oh, dearest lady, you needn't be 
 frightened of such a little inannikin. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 But what is the thing ? 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 
 Why, it's only little Mopseman. [Loosening the 
 string of the bag.] Come up out of the dark, my 
 own little darling friend. 
 
 [A little dog with a broad black snout pokes its 
 head out of the bag. 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 
 [Nodding and beckoning to EYOLF.] Come along, 
 don't be afraid, my little wounded warrior ! He 
 won't bite. Come here ! Come here !
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 25 
 
 EYOLF 
 
 [Clinging to AsTA.J No, I daren't. 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 
 Don't you think he has a gentle, lovable aspect, 
 my young master ? 
 
 EYOLF. 
 [Astonished, pointing.] That thing there ? 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 
 Yes, this thing here. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 [Almost under his breath, staring fixedly at the dog.] 
 I think he has the horriblest aspect I ever saw. 
 
 THE RAT-WIFE. 
 
 [Closing the bag.] Oh, it'll come it'll come, right 
 enough. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 [Involuntarily drawing nearer, at kist goes right up 
 to her, and strokes the bag.] But he's lovely lovely 
 all the same. 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 
 [In a tone of caution.] But now he's so tired and
 
 26 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 weary, poor thing. He's utterly tired out, he is. 
 [Looks at ALLMEBS.] For it takes the strength out of 
 you, that sort of game, I can tell you, sir. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 What sort of game do you mean ? 
 
 THE RAT-WIFE. 
 The luring game. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Do you mean that it's the dog that lures the rats ? 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 
 [Nodding.] Mopseman and I we two do it to- 
 gether. And it goes so smoothly for all you can see, 
 at any rate. I just slip a string through his collar, 
 and then I lead him three times round the house, 
 and play on my Pan's-pipes. When they hear that, 
 they've got to come up from the cellars, and down from 
 the garrets, and out of their holes, all the blessed little 
 creatures. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 And does he bite them to death then ? 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 
 Oh, not at all ! No, we go down to the boat, he
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 27 
 
 and I do and then they follow after us, both the big 
 ones and the little ratikins. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 [Eagerly.'] And what then tell me ! 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 
 Then we push out from the land, and I scull with 
 one oar, and play on my Pan's-pipes. And Mopse- 
 man, he swims behind. [JFitfA glittering eyes.~\ And 
 all the creepers and crawlers, they follow and follow 
 us out into the deep, deep waters. Ay, for they 
 have to 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 Why have they to ? 
 
 THE RAT-WIFE. 
 
 Just because they want not to just because they're 
 so deadly afraid of the water. That's why they've got 
 to plunge into it. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 Are they drowned, then ? 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 
 Every blessed one. [More softly.] And there it's 
 all as still, and soft, and dark as their hearts can de-
 
 28 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 sire, the lovely little things. Down there they sleep 
 a long, sweet sleep, with no one to hate them or per- 
 secute them any more. [Rises.] In the old days, I 
 can tell you, I didn't need any Mopseman. Then I 
 did the luring myself I alone. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 And what did you lure then ? 
 
 THE EAT- WIFE. 
 Men. One most of all. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 [With eagerness.] Oh, who was that one? Tell me! 
 
 THE EAT- WIFE. 
 
 [Laughing.] It was my own sweetheart, it was, 
 little heart-breaker ! 
 
 EYOLF. 
 And where is he now, then ? 
 
 THE EAT- WIFE. 
 
 [Harshly.] Down where all the ra.ts are. [Resuming 
 her milder tone.] But now I must be off and get to 
 business again. Always on the move. [To EITA.] 
 So your ladyship has no sort of use for me to-day ? 
 I could finish it all off while I'm about it.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 29 
 
 RITA. 
 
 No, thank you ; I don't think we require anything. 
 
 THE RAT- WIFE. 
 
 Well, well, your sweet ladyship, you can never 
 tell. If your ladyship should find that there's any- 
 thing here that keeps nibbling and gnawing, and 
 creeping and crawling, then just see and get hold of 
 me and Mopseman. Good-bye, good-bye, a kind 
 good-bye to you all. 
 
 [She goes out by the door on the right. 
 
 EYOLF. 
 
 [Softly and triumphantly, to ASIA.] Only think, 
 Auntie, now I've seen the Rat- Wife too ! 
 
 [RiTA goes out upon the verandah, and fans 
 herself with her pocket-handkerchief . Shortly 
 afterwards, EYOLF slips cautiously and 
 unnoticed out to the right. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Takes up the portfolio from the table by the sofa.] Is 
 this your portfolio, Asta ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 Yes. I have some of the old letters in it.
 
 30 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Ah, the family letters 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 You know you asked me to arrange them for you 
 while you were away. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Pats her on the head.] And you've actually found 
 time to do that, dear ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Oh, yes. I've done it partly out here and partly at 
 my own rooms in town. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Thanks, dear. Did you find anything particular 
 in them ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Lightly.] Oh, you know you always find something 
 or other in such old papers. [Speaking lower and 
 seriously.] It's the letters to mother that are in this 
 portfolio. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Those, of course, you must keep yourself. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [With an effort.] No; I'm determined that you
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 31 
 
 shall look through them, too, Alfred. Some time 
 later on in life. I haven't the key of the portfolio 
 with me just now. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 It doesn't matter, my dear Asta, for I shall never 
 read your mother's letters in any case. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Fisting her eyes on him.] Then some time or other 
 some quiet evening I will tell you a little of what 
 is in them. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 Yes, that will be much better. But do you keep 
 your mother's letters you haven't so many mementos 
 of her. 
 
 [He hands ASTA the portfolio. She takes it, and 
 lays it on the chair under her outdoor things. 
 RITA comes into the room again. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Ugh ! I feel as if that horrible old woman had 
 brought a sort of graveyard smell with her. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 Yes, she was rather horrible.
 
 32 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 I felt almost sick while she was in the room. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 However, I can very well understand the sort of 
 spellbound fascination that she talked about. The 
 loneliness of the mountain-peaks and of the great 
 waste places has something of the same magic about it. 
 
 AST A. 
 
 [Looks attentively at him.] What is it that has 
 happened to you, Alfred ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Smiling.] To me ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes, something has happened something seems 
 almost to have transformed you. Rita noticed it too. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, I saw it the moment you came. A change for 
 the better, I hope, Alfred ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 It ought to be for the better. And it must and 
 shall come to good.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 33 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [With an outburst.] You have had some adventure 
 on your journey ! Don't deny it ! I can see it in 
 your face ! 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 [Shaking his head.] No adventure in the world 
 outwardly at least. But 
 
 RITA. 
 [Eagerly.] But ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 It's true that within me there has been something 
 of a revolution. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh Heavens ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [/Soothingly, patting her hand] Only for the better, 
 my dear Rita. You may be perfectly certain of that. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Seats herself on the sofa.] You must tell us all 
 about it, at once tell us everything ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Turning to ASTA.] Yas, let us sit down, too, Asta. 
 Then I will try to tell you as well as I can. 
 
 c
 
 34 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 \He seats himself on the sofa at RITA'S side. 
 ASTA moves a chair forward, and places 
 herself near him. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Looking at him expectantly.] Well ? 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 [Gazing straight before him.] When I look back 
 over my life and my fortunes for the last ten or 
 eleven years, it seems to me almost like a fairy-tale or 
 a dream. Don't you think so too, Asta ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 Yes, in many ways I think so. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Continuing.] When I remember what we two used 
 to be, Asta we two poor orphan children 
 
 RITA. 
 [Impatiently.] Oh, that's such an old, old story. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 [Not listening to her.] And now here I am in 
 comfort and luxury. I've been able to follow my
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 35 
 
 vocation. I've been able to work and study 
 just as I had always longed to. [Holds out his hand.] 
 And all this great this fabulous good fortune we owe 
 to you, my dearest Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Half playfully, half angrily, slaps his hand.] Oh, I 
 do wish you would stop talking like that. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 I speak of it only as a sort of introduction. 
 
 RITA 
 
 Then do skip the introduction ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Rita, you mustn't think it was the doctor's advice 
 that drove me up to the mountains. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Wasn't it, Alfred ? 
 
 RITA. 
 What was it, then ? 
 
 ALLMEUS. 
 
 It was this : I found there was no more peace for 
 me, there in my study.
 
 36 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 No peace ! Why, who disturbed you ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Shaking his head.] No one from without. But I 
 felt as though I were positively abusing or, say 
 rather, wasting my best powers frittering away the 
 time. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [With wide eyes.] When you were writing at your 
 book? 
 
 "ALLMERS. 
 
 [Nodding.] For I can't think that my powers are 
 confined to that alone. I must surely have it in me 
 to do one or two other things as well. 
 
 RITA. 
 Was that what you sat there brooding over ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Yes, mainly that. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 And so that's what has made you so discontented 
 with yourself of late ; and with the rest of us as well. 
 For you know you were discontented, Alfred.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 37 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Gazing straight before Aim.] There I sat bent over 
 my table, day after day, and often half the night 
 too writing and writing at the great thick book on 
 " Human Responsibility." Hm ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Laying her hand upon his arm.] But, Alfred that 
 book is to be your life-work. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, you've said so often enough 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 I thought so. Ever since I grew up, I have thought 
 so. [TFiVA an affectionate expression in his eyes.] And 
 it was you that enabled me to devote myself to it, my 
 
 dear Rita 
 
 RITA. 
 Oh, nonsense ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Smiling to her.] you, with your gold, and your 
 
 green forests 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Half laughing, half vexed.] If you begin all that 
 rubbish again, I shall beat you.
 
 38 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Looking sorrowfully at him.] But the book, 
 Alfred ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 It began, as it were, to drift away from me. But 
 I was more and more beset by the thought of the 
 higher duties that laid their claims upon me. 
 
 RITA 
 [Seaming, seizes his hand.] Alfred ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 The thought of Eyolf, my dear Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Disappointed, drops his hand.] Ah of Eyolf ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Poor little Eyolf has taken deeper and deeper hold 
 of me. After that unlucky fall from the table and 
 especially since we have been assured that the injury 
 
 is incurable 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Insistently] But you take all the care you possibly 
 can of him, Alfred !
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 39 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 As a schoolmaster, yes ; but not as a father. And 
 it is a father that I want henceforth to be to Eyolf . 
 
 ElTA. 
 
 [Looking at him and shaking her head.] I don't think 
 I quite understand you. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 I mean that I will try with all my might to make 
 his misfortune as painless and easy to him as it 
 can possibly be. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh, but, dear thank Heaven, I don't think he feels 
 it so deeply. 
 
 AST A. 
 itfA emotion.] Yes, Rita, he does. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Yes, you may be sure he feels it deeply. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Impatiently.] But, Alfred, what more can you do 
 for him ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 I will try to perfect all the rich possibilities that are
 
 40 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 dawning in his childish soul. I will foster all the 
 noble germs in his nature make them blossom and 
 bear fruit. [JFitfA more and more warmth, rising.] 
 And I will do more than that ! I will help him to 
 bring his desires into harmony with what lies attain- 
 able before him. That is just what at present they 
 are not. All his longings are for things that must 
 for ever remain unattainable to him. But I will 
 create a conscious happiness in his mind. 
 
 [He goes once or twice up and down the room. 
 ASTA and RITA follow him with their 
 eyes. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 You should take these things more quietly, 
 Alfred ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Stops beside the table on the left, and looks at them.] 
 Eyolf shall carry on my life-work if he wants to. 
 Or he shall choose one that is altogether his own. 
 Perhaps that would be best. At all events, I shall 
 let mine rest as it is. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Rising.] But, Alfred dear, can't you work both for 
 yourself and for Eyolf ?
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 41 
 
 ALLMEKS. 
 
 No, I cannot. It's impossible! I can't divide 
 myself in this matter and therefore I efface myself. 
 Eyolf shall be the complete man of our race. And it 
 shall be my new life-work to make him the complete 
 man. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Has risen and now goes up to him.] This must have 
 cost you a terribly hard struggle, Alfred ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, it has. At home here, I should never have 
 conquered myself, never brought myself to the point 
 of renunciation. Never at home ! 
 
 EITA. 
 
 Then that was why you went away this summer ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [TFz'fA shining eyes.] Yes ! I went up into the 
 infinite solitudes. I saw the sunrise gleaming on the 
 mountain peaks. I felt myself nearer the stars I 
 seemed almost to be in sympathy and communion with 
 them. And then I found the strength for it.
 
 42 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Looking sadly at him.] But you will never write 
 any more of your book on " Human Responsibility " ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 No, never, Asta. I tell you I can't split up my life 
 between two vocations. But I, will act out my 
 " human responsibility " in my own life. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [With a smile.] Do you think you can live up to 
 such high resolves at home here ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Taking her hand] With you to help me, I can. 
 [Holds out the other hand] And with you too, Asta. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Drawing her hand away] Ah with both of us ! 
 So, after all, you can divide yourself. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Why. my dearest Rita ! 
 
 [RiTA moves away from him and stands in the 
 garden doorway. A light and rapid knock
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 43 
 
 is heard at the door on the right. Engineer 
 BORGHEIM enters quickly. He is a young 
 man of a little over thirty. His expression 
 is bright and cheerful, and he holds himself 
 erect. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Good morning, Mrs. Allmers. [Stops with an ex- 
 pression of pleasure on seeing ALLMERS.] Why, what's 
 this ? Home again already, Mr. Allmers ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Shaking hands with him.] Yes, I arrived last 
 night. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Gaily.] His leave was up, Mr. Borgheim. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 No, you know it wasn't, Rita 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Approaching.] Oh yes, but it was, though. His 
 furlough had run out. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 I see you hold your husband well in hand, Mrs. 
 Allmers.
 
 44 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I hold to my rights. And besides, everything must 
 have an end. 
 
 BOKGHEIM. 
 
 Oh, not everything I hope. Good morning, Miss 
 Allmers ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 \Holding aloof from him.] Good morning. 
 
 BJTA. 
 [Looking at BORGHEIM.] Not everything, you say ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Oh, I'm firmly convinced that there are some things 
 in the world that will never come to an end. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I suppose you're thinking of love and that sort of 
 thing. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 [Warmly.] I'm thinking of all that is lovely ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 And that never comes to an end. Yes, let us think 
 of that, hope for that, all of us.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 45 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 [Coming up to them.] I suppose you'll soon have 
 finished your road-work out here ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 I've finished it already finished it yesterday. It 
 has been a long business, but, thank Heaven, that has 
 come to an end. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 And you're beaming with joy over that ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 Yes, I am indeed ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Well, I must say 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 What, Mrs. Allmers ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I don't think it's particularly nice of you, Mr. 
 Borgheim 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Indeed ! Why not ? 
 
 RITA 
 
 Well, I suppose we sha'n't often see you in these 
 parts after this.
 
 46 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 BOBGHEIM. 
 
 No, that's true. I hadn't thought of that. 
 
 KlTA. 
 
 Oh well, I suppose you'll be able to look in upon 
 us now and then all the same. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 No, unfortunately that will be out of my power for 
 a very long time. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Indeed ! How so ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 The fact is, I've got a big piece of new work that 
 I must set about at once. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Have you indeed ? [Pressing his hand.] I'm 
 heartily glad to hear it. 
 
 RITA. 
 I congratulate you, Mr. Borgheim ! 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Hush, hush I really oughtn't to talk openly of it 
 as yet ! But I can't help coming out with it ! It's
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 47 
 
 a great piece of road-making up in the north with 
 mountain ranges to cross, and the most tremendous 
 difficulties to overcome ! [With an outburst of glad- 
 ness.] Oh, what a glorious world this is and what 
 a joy it is to be a road-maker in it ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Smiling, and looking teasingly at him.] Is it road- 
 making business that has brought you out here to- 
 day in such wild spirits ? 
 
 BOEGHEIM. 
 
 No, not that alone. I'm thinking of all the bright 
 and hopeful prospects that are opening out before 
 
 me. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Aha, then perhaps you've got something still more 
 exquisite in reserve ! 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 [Glancing towards ASTA.] Who knows ! When once 
 happiness comes to us, it's apt to come like a spring 
 flood. [Turns to ASTA.] Miss Allmers, wouldn't you 
 like to take a litble walk with ma ? As we used to ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Quickly.] No no, thank you. Not now Not to- 
 day.
 
 48 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Oh, do come ! Only a little bit of a walk ! I have 
 so much I want to talk to you about before I go. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Something else, perhaps, that you mustn't talk 
 openly about as yet ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 Hm, that depends 
 
 RITA. 
 
 But there's nothing to prevent your whispering, 
 you know. [ffalf aside.] Asta, you must really go 
 with him. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 But, my dear Rita 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 [Imploringly] Miss Asta remember it is to be a 
 farewell walk the last for many a day. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Takes her hat and parasol.] Yery well, suppose we 
 take a stroll in the garden, then. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 Oh, thank you, thank you !
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 49 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 And while you're there you can see what Eyolf 's 
 doing. 
 
 BOKGHEIM. 
 
 Ah, Eyolf, by the bye ! Where is Eyolf to-day ? 
 I've got something for him. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 He's out playing somewhere. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Is he really ! Then he has begun to play now ? 
 He used always to be sitting indoors over his books. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 There's to be an end of that now. I'm going to 
 make a regular open-air boy of him. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Ah, now, that's right ! Out into th^ open air with 
 him, poor little fellow ! Good Lord, what can we 
 possibly do better than play in this blessed world ? 
 For my part, I think all life is one long playtime ! 
 Come, Miss Asta ! 
 
 [BORGHEIM and ASTA go out on the verandah 
 and down through the garden.
 
 50 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 [Stands looking after them.] Rita do you think 
 there's anything between those two ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I don't know what to say. I used to think there 
 was. But Asta has grown so strange to me so 
 utterly incomprehensible of late. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Indeed ! Has she ? While I've been away ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, within the last week or two. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 And you think she doesn't care very much about 
 him now? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Not seriously; not utterly and entirely; not un 
 reservedly I'm sure she doesn't. [Looks search - 
 ingly at him.] Would it displease you if she did ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 It wouldn't exactly displease me. But it would 
 certainly be a disquieting thought
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 51 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Disquieting ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes ; you must remember that I'm responsible for 
 Asta for her life's happiness. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh, come responsible ! Surely Asta has come 
 to years of discretion ? I should say she was capable 
 of choosing for herself. 
 
 ALLMEKS. 
 Yes, we must hope so, Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 For my part, I don't think at all ill of Borgheim. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 No, dear no more do I quite the contrary. But 
 all the same 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Continuing.] And I should be very glad indeed if 
 he and Asta were to make a match of it. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Annoyed.] Oh, why should you be ?
 
 52 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 increasing excitement.] Why, for then she 
 would have to go far, far away with him ! And she 
 could never come out here to us, as she does now. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Stares at her in astonishment] What! Can you 
 really want to get rid of Asta ? 
 
 RITA. 
 Yes, yes, Alfred ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Why in all the world - ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Throwing her arms passionately round his neck.] 
 For then, at last, I should have you to myself alone ! 
 And yet not even then ! Not wholly to myself ! 
 [Bursts into convulsive weeping.] Oh, Alfred, Alfred 
 I cannot give you up ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Gfentiy releasing himself.] My dearest Rita, do be 
 
 reasonable ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I don't care a bit about being reasonable ! I care 
 only for you ! Only for you in all the world !
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 53 
 
 [Again throwing her arms round his neck.] For you, 
 for you, for you 1 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 Let me go, let me go you're strangling me ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Letting him go] How I wish I could ! [Looking at 
 him with flashing eyes.] Oh, if you knew how I have 
 
 hated you ! 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 Hated me ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes when you shut yourself up in your room and 
 brooded over your work till long, long into the 
 night. [Plaintively.] So long, so late, Alfred. Oh, 
 how I hated your work ! 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 But now I have done with that. 
 
 RITA 
 
 [With a, cutting laugh] Oh yes ! Now you're taken 
 up with something worse. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 [Shocked] Worse ! Do you call our child something 
 worse ?
 
 54 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Vehemently.] Yes, I do. As he comes between you 
 and me, I call him so. For the book the book was 
 dead, but the child is a living being. [With increasing 
 impetuosity. \ But I won't endure it, Alfred ! I won't 
 endure it I tell you so plainly ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looks steadily at her, and says in a low voice.] I am 
 often almost afraid of you, Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Gloomily.] I am often afraid of myself. And for 
 that very reason you mustn't awake the evil in me. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Why, good Heavens, do I do that ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, you do when you tear to shreds the holiest 
 bonds between us. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Urgently.] Think what you're saying, Rita. It is 
 your own child our only child, that you are speak- 
 ing of.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 55 
 
 KlTA. 
 
 The child is only half mine. [JFi^A another outburst.] 
 But you shall be mine alone ! You shall be wholly 
 mine ! That I have a right to demand of you ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Shrugging his shoulders.] Oh, my dear Rita, it's 
 of no use demanding anything. Everything must be 
 freely given. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Looks anxiously at him] And that you cannot do 
 henceforth ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 No, I cannot. I must divide myself between Eyolf 
 and you. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 But if Eyolf had never been born ? What then ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Evasively] Oh, that would be another matter. 
 Then I'd have only you to care for. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Softly, her voice quivering] Then I wish he had 
 never been born.
 
 5 6 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Flashing out.] Rita ! You don't know what you're 
 saying ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Trembling with emotion.] It was in pain unspeak- 
 able that I brought him into the world. But I bore 
 it all with joy and rapture for your sake. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Warmly.] Oh yes, I know, I know. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [With decision.] But there it must end. I will live 
 my life together with you wholly with you. I 
 cannot go on being only Eyolf's mother only his 
 mother and nothing more. I will not, I tell you ! I 
 cannot ! I will be all in all to you ! To you, Alfred ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 But that's just what you are, Rita. Through our 
 
 child 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh vapid, nauseous phrases nothing else ! No, 
 Alfred, I'm not to be put off like that. I was fitted 
 to become the child's mother, but not to be a mother to 
 him. You must take me as I am, Alfred.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 57 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 And yet you used to be so fond of Eyolf. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I was so sorry for him because you troubled your- 
 self so little about him. You kept him reading and 
 grinding at books. You scarcely even saw him. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Nodding slowly.] No ; I was blind. The time had 
 not yet come for me 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Looking in his face.] But now, I suppose, it has 
 come ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, at last. Now I see that the highest task I can 
 have in the world is to be a true father to Eyolf. 
 
 RITA. 
 And to me ? what will you be to me ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Gently.] I will always go on caring for you with 
 qniet tenderness, [ffe tries to take her hands.]
 
 58 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Avoiding him.] I don't care a bit for your quiet 
 tenderness. I want you utterly and entirely and 
 alone ! Just as I had you in the first rich, beautiful 
 days. [ Vehemently and harshly] Never, never will 
 I consent to be put off with scraps and leavings, 
 Alfred ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Conciliatorily.] I should have thought there was 
 happiness in plenty for all three of us, Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Scornfully.] Then you're easy to please. [Seats 
 herself at the table on the left.] Now listen to me. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Approaching.] Well, what is it ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Looking up at him with a veiled glow in her eyes] 
 When I got your telegram yesterday evening 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Yes ? What then ? 
 
 RITA. 
 then I dressed myself in white
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 59 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 Yes, I noticed you were in white when I arrived. 
 
 RITA. 
 I had let down my hair 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 Your sweet masses of hair 
 
 EITA. 
 
 so that it flowed down my neck and shoulders 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 I saw it, I saw it. Oh, how lovely you were, Rita ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 There were rose-tinted shades over both the lamps. 
 And we were alone, we two the only waking beings 
 in the whole house. And there was champagne on 
 the table. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 I didn't drink any of it. 
 
 EITA. 
 [Looking bitterly at him.] No, that's true. \LaMghs
 
 6o LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 harshly.] "There stood the champagne, but you 
 tasted it not " as the poet says. 
 
 [She rises from the armchair, goes with an air of 
 
 weariness over to the so/a, and seats herself, 
 
 half reclining, upon it. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Crosses the room and stands before her.] I was so 
 taken up with serious thoughts. I 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 hadn't 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 like a log.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 61 
 
 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." 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Almost harshly] No. I did not taste it. 
 
 [He goes away from her and stands in the 
 garden doorway. RITA lies for some time 
 motionless, with closed eyes. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Suddenly springing up] But let me tell you one 
 thing, Alfred. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Turning in the doorway] Well? 
 
 RITA. 
 You shouldn't feel quite so secure as you do !
 
 62 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMEKS. 
 Not secure ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 No, you shouldn't be so indifferent ! Not so 
 certain of your property in me ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Drawing nearer.] What do you mean by that ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [With trembling lips.} Never in a single thought 
 have I been untrue to you, Alfred ! Never for an 
 instant. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 No, Rita, I know that I, who know you so well. 
 
 RITA. 
 [With sparkling eyes.] But if you disdain me ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Disdain ! I don't understand what you mean ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh, you don't know all that might rise up within 
 me, if
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 63 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 If? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 If I should ever see that you didn't care for me 
 that you didn't love me as you used to. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 But, my dearest Rita years bring a certain change 
 with them and that must one day occur even in us 
 as in every one else. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Never in me ! And I will not hear of any change 
 in you either I could not bear it, Alfred. I want to 
 keep you to myself alone. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looking at her with concern.] You have a terribly 
 jealous nature 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I can't make myself different from what I am. 
 [Threateningly] If you go and divide yourself between 
 me and any one else 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 What then ?
 
 64 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Then I'll take my revenge on you, Alfred ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 How " take your revenge " ? 
 
 ElTA. 
 
 I don't know how. Oh yes, I do know, well enough ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Well? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I'll go and throw myself away 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Throw yourself away, do you say ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, that I will. I'll throw myself straight into 
 the arms of of the first man that comes in my 
 way! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looking tenderly at her and shaking his head.] 
 That you'll never do my loyal, proud, true-hearted 
 Rita!
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 65 
 
 KlTA. 
 
 [Putting her arms round his neck.~\ Oh, you don't 
 know what I might come to be if you if you didn't 
 love me any more. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Didn't love you, Rita ? How can you say such a 
 thing ! 
 
 KITA. 
 
 [Half laughing, lets him go.] Why shouldn't I 
 spread my nets for that that road-maker man that 
 hangs about here ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Relieved.] Oh, thank goodness you're only joking. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Not at all. He would do as well as any one else. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Ah, but I suspect he's more or less taken up already. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 So much the better ! For then I should take him 
 away from some one else ; and that's just what Eyolf 
 has done to me.
 
 66 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Can you say that our little Eyolf has done that ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Pointing with her forefinger.] There, you see ! You 
 see ! The moment you mention Eyolf 's name, you 
 grow tender and your voice quivers ! [Threateningly, 
 clenching her hands.] Oh, you almost tempt me to 
 
 wish 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looking at her anxiously '.] What do I tempt you to 
 
 wish, Rita? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Vehemently, going away from him.] No, no, no I 
 won't tell you that ! Never ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Drawing nearer to her.] Rita! I implore you 
 for my sake and for your own don't let yourself be 
 tempted into evil. 
 
 [BORGHEIM and ASTA come up from the garden. 
 They both show signs of restrained emotion. 
 They look serious and dejected. ASTA re- 
 mains out on the verandah. BORGHEIM 
 comes into the room.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 67 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 So that's over Miss Allmers and I have had our 
 last walk together. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Looks at him with surp^nse.] Ah ! And there's no 
 longer journey to follow the walk ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Yes, for me. 
 
 KIT A. 
 
 For you alone ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 Yes, for me alone. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Glances darkly at ALLMERS.] Do you hear that ? 
 [Tunis to BORGHEIM.] I'll wager it's some one with 
 the evil eye that has played you this trick. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 [Looks at her.] The evil eye ? 
 
 RITA. 
 ing.] Yes, the evil eye.
 
 68 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 BOEGHEIM. 
 
 Do you believe in the evil eye, Mrs. Allmers ? 
 
 EITA. 
 
 Yes. I've begun to believe in the evil eye. Espe- 
 cially in a child's evil eye. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Shocked, whispers.] Rita how can you ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Speaking low.] It's 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 glass 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
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 69 
 
 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 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 A child drowned ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Uneasily.] A little boy, they say. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 Oh, they can all swim, every one of them. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Shrieks in terror.] Where is Eyolf ? 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 Keep quiet quiet. Eyolf is down in the garden, 
 playing. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 No, he wasn't in the garden.
 
 70 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 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're 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 ! "
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 71 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 [Almost paralysed.] No ! No ! No ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Hoarsely] Eyolf ! Eyolf ! Oh, but they must save 
 him ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Half distracted] They must, they must! So pre- 
 cious a life ! [He rushes down through the garden.
 
 THE SECOND ACT 
 
 A little narrow glen by the waterside 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 ivinds 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. 
 
 ALPKED 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 wood-path. 
 She is carrying an open umbrella.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 73 
 
 ASIA. 
 
 [Goes quietly and cautiously up to him.} You 
 shouldn't sit down here in this gloomy weather, 
 Alfred. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 [Nods slowly without answering.] 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Closing her umbrella.] I've been searching for you 
 such a long time. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 [Without expression.] Thank you. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Moves a chair and seats herself close to him.] Have 
 you been sitting here long ? All the time ? 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 [Does not answer at first. Presently he says.} No, I 
 cannot grasp it. It seems so utterly impossible. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Laying her /umd compassionately on his arm] Poor 
 Alfred !
 
 74 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 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 ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looking* out over the water.] How pitiless the fiord 
 looks to-day, lying so heavy and drowsy leaden-grey 
 with splashes of yellow and reflecting the rain- 
 clouds. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Imploringly.] Oh, Alfred, don't sit staring out 
 over the fiord ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Not heeding her.] Over the surface, yes. But in 
 the depths there sweeps the rushing undertow 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [In terror.] Oh, for God's sake don't think of the 
 depths !
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 75 
 
 ALLMEKS. 
 
 [Looking gently at her.] I suppose you think he's 
 lying close outside here ? But he isn't, Asta. You 
 musn't think that. You must remember how fiercely 
 the current sweeps out here straight to the open 
 sea. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Throws herself forward against the table, and, sob- 
 bing, buries her face in her hands.] Oh, God ! Oh, 
 God! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Heavily.] So you see, little Eyolf has passed so far 
 far away from us now. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Looks imploringly up at him] Oh, Alfred, don't 
 say such things ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Why, you can reckon it out for yourself you that 
 are so clever. In eight-and-twenty hours nine-and 
 twenty hours Let me see ! Let me see ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Shrieking and stopping he)' ears] Alfred !
 
 76 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 [Clenching his hand firmly upon the table.] Can you 
 conceive the meaning of a thing like this ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Looks at him.] Of what ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Of this that has been done to Rita and me. 
 
 ASTA. 
 The meaning of it ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Impatiently.] Yes, the meaning, I say. For, after 
 all, there must be a meaning in it. Life, existence 
 destiny, cannot be so utterly meaningless. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Oh, who can say anything with certainty about 
 these things, my dear Alfred ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Laughs bitterly.] No, no; I believe you're right 
 there. Perhaps the whole thing goes simply by hap-
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 77 
 
 hazard taking its own course, like a drifting wreck 
 without a rudder. I daresay that's how it is. At 
 least, it seems very like it. 
 
 AST A. 
 [Thoughtfully.] What if it only seems ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [ Vehemently.] Ah ? Perhaps you can unravel the 
 mystery for me ? I certainly can't. [More gently.] 
 Here is Eyolf, just entering upon conscious life : full 
 of such infinite possibilities splendid possibilities 
 perhaps : he would have filled my life with pride and 
 gladness. And then a crazy old woman has only to 
 come this way and show a cur in a bag 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 But we don't in the least know how it really hap- 
 pened. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, we do. The boys saw her row out over the 
 fiord. They saw Eyolf standing alone at the very 
 end of the pier. They saw him gazing after her and 
 then he seemed to turn giddy. [Quivering.] And 
 that was how he fell over and disappeared.
 
 78 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ASTA. 
 Yes, yes. But all the same 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 She has drawn him down into the depths that you 
 may be sure of, dear. 
 
 ASTA. 
 But, Alfred, why should she ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, that is just the question ! Why should she ? 
 There's no retribution behind it all no atonement, I 
 mean. Eyolf never did her any harm. He never 
 called names after her ; he never threw stones at her 
 dog. Why, he had never set eyes either on her or 
 her dog till yesterday. So there's no retribution ; the 
 whole thing is utterly groundless and meaningless, 
 Asta. And yet the order of the world requires it. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Have you spoken to Rita of these things ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Shakes his head.] I feel as if I can talk better to
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 79 
 
 you about them. [Draioing a deep breath.] And about 
 everything else as well. 
 
 [AsTA takes sewing-materials and a little paper 
 parcel out of her pocket. ALLMERS sits 
 looking on absently. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 What have you got there, Asta ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Taking his hat.] Some black crape. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Oh, what's the use of that ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 Rita asked me to put it on. May I ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Oh, yes ; as far as I'm concerned [She sews 
 
 the crape on his hat.] 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Sitting and looking at her.] Where is Rita ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 She's walking about the garden a little, I think. 
 Borgheim is with her.
 
 8o LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Slightly surprised.] Indeed ! Is Borgheim out 
 here to-day again ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes. He came out by the mid-day train. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 I didn't expect that. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Sewing.] He was so fond of Eyolf. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Borgheim is a faithful soul, Asia. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [With quiet wcvrmth.] Yes, faithful he is, indeed. 
 That's certain. 
 
 ALLMEKS. 
 
 [Fixing his eyes upon her.] You're really fond of 
 him. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Yes, I am. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 And yet you can't make up your mind to ?
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 81 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Interrupting.] Oh, my dear Alfred, don't talk of 
 that! 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 Yes, yes ; tell me why you can't ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Oh, no ! Please ! You really mustn't ask me. 
 You see, its so painful for me. There now ! The hat 
 is done. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Thank you. 
 
 ASTA. 
 And now for the left arm. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 Am I to have crape on it too 1 
 
 ASTA. 
 Yes, that's the custom. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 Well as you please. 
 
 [She inoves dose up to him and begins to sew. 
 
 F
 
 82 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ASTA. 
 Keep your arm still then I won't prick you. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [With a half-smile^ This is like the old days. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Yes, don't you think so ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 When you were a little girl you used to sit just 
 like this, mending my clothes. The first thing you 
 ever sewed for me that was black crape, too. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Was it? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Round my student's cap at the time of father's 
 death. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Could I sew then ? Fancy, I've forgotten it. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Oh, you were such a little thing then.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 83 
 
 ASTA. 
 Yes, I was little then. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 And then, two years afterwards when we lost 
 your mother then again you sewed a big crape band 
 on my sleeve. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 I thought it was the right thing to do. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Patting her hand.] Yes, yes, it was the right 
 thing to do, Asta. And then when we were left alone 
 in the world, we two . Are you done already ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes. [Putting together her seiving-materials.] It 
 was really a beautiful time for us, Alfred. We two 
 alone. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, it was though we had to toil so hard. 
 
 ASTA. 
 You toiled.
 
 84 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [With more life.] Oh, you toiled too, in your way, I 
 can assure you [smiling] my dear, faithful Eyolf . 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Oh you mustn't remind me of that stupid non- 
 sense about the name. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Well, if you'd been a boy, you would have been 
 called Eyolf. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes, if! But when you began to goto college . 
 
 [Smiling involuntarily,] I wonder how you could be 
 so childish. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Was it I that was childish ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes, indeed, I think it was, as I look back upon it 
 all. You were ashamed of having no brother only a 
 sister. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 No, no, it was you, dear you were ashamed.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 85 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Oh yes, I too, perhaps a little. And somehow or 
 other I was sorry for you 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, I believe you were. And then you hunted up 
 some of my old boy's clothes 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Your fine Sunday clothes yes. Do you remember 
 the blue blouse and knickerbockers ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [His eyes dwelling upon her.] I remember so well 
 how you looked when you used to wear them. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Only when we were at home, alone, though. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 And how serious we were, dear, and how mightily 
 pleased with ourselves. I always called you Eyolf. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Oh, Alfred, I hope you've never told Rita this ?
 
 86 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Yes, I believe I did once tell her. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Oh, Alfred, how could you do that ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Well, you see one tells one's wife everything 
 very nearly. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Yes, I suppose one does. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 [As if awakening, clutches at his forehead and starts 
 up.] Oh, how can I sit here and 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Rising, looks sorrmvfully at him.] What is the 
 matter ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 He had almost passed away from me. He had 
 passed quite away. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Eyolf !
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 87 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 Here I sat, living in these recollections and he 
 had no part in them. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Yes, Alfred little Eyolf was behind it all. 
 
 ALLMEKS. 
 
 No, he was not. He slipped out of my memory 
 out of my thoughts. I didn't see him for a moment 
 as we sat here talking. I utterly forgot him all that 
 time. 
 
 ASTA, 
 
 But surely you must take some rest in your 
 sorrow. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 No, no, no ; that's just what I won't do! I mustn't 
 I have no right and no heart for it, either. 
 [Going in great excitement towards the right.} All my 
 thoughts must be out there, where he lies drifting in 
 the depths ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Following him and holding him back.] Alfred 
 Alfred ! Don't go to the fiord !
 
 88 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMEKS. 
 
 I must go out to him ! Let me go, Asta ! I will 
 take the boat. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [In terror.] Don't go to the fiord, I say ! 
 
 ALLHERS. 
 [Yielding.] No, no I won't. Only let me alone. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Leading him back to the table. J You must rest from 
 your thoughts, Alfred. Come here and sit down. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Making as if to seat himself on the bench] Well, 
 well as you please. 
 
 ASTA. 
 No, I won't let you sit there. 
 
 ALLHERS. 
 Yes, let me. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 No, don't. For then you'll only sit looking out 
 
 [Forces him down upon a chair, with his back to the
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 89 
 
 right.] There now. Now that's right. [Seats her- 
 self upon the bench.] And now we can talk a little 
 again. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Drawing a deep breath audibly.] It was good to 
 deaden the sorrow and heartache for a moment 
 
 ASTA. 
 You must do so, Alfred. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 But don't you think it's terribly weak and unfeel- 
 ing of me to be able to do so ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Oh, no I'm sure it's impossible to keep circling 
 for ever round one fixed thought. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, for me it's impossible. Before you came to 
 me, here I sat, torturing myself unspeakably with 
 this crushing, gnawing sorrow 
 
 ASTA 
 Yes?
 
 go LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 And would you believe it, Asta ? Hm 
 
 ASTA. 
 Well? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 In thejnidst of all the agony, I found myself specu- 
 lating what we should have for dinner to-day. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Soothingly.] Well, well, if only it rests you to 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, just fancy, dear it seemed as if it did give me 
 rest. [Holds out his hand to her across the table.] How 
 good it is, Asta, that I have you with me. I'm so 
 glad of that. Glad, glad even in my sorrow. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Looking earnestly at him.] You ought most of all 
 to be glad that you have Rita. 
 
 AT.T.MTCRH, 
 
 Yes, of course I should. But Rita is no kin to me 
 it isn't like having a sister.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 91 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Eagerly.] Do you say that, Alfred ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, our family is a thing apart. [Half-jestingly.] 
 We've always had vowels for our initials. Don't you 
 remember how often we used to speak of that ? 
 And all our relations all equally poor. And we 
 have all the same colour of eyes. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Do you think I have ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 No, you take entirely after your mother. You're 
 not in the least like the rest of us not even like 
 father. But all the same 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 All the same ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Well, I believe that living together has, as it were, 
 stamped us in each other's image mentally, I mean. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [With warm emotion.] Oh, you must never say that,
 
 92 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 Alfred. It's only I that have taken my stamp from 
 you ; and it's to you that I owe everything every 
 good thing in the world. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 [Shaking his head.] You owe me nothing, Asta. 
 On the contrary 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 I owe you everything ! You must never doubt that. 
 No sacrifice has been too great for you 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 [Interrupting.] Oh, nonsense sacrifice ! Don't talk 
 of such a thing. I have only loved you, Asta, ever 
 since you were a little child. [After a short paitse.] 
 And then it always seemed to me that I had so much 
 injustice to make up to you for. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Astonished.] Injustice ? You ? 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 Not precisely on my own account. But 
 
 ASTA. 
 \Eagerty.] But ?
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 93 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 On father's. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Half rising from the bench.] On father's! [Sitting 
 down again.] What do you mean by that, Alfred ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Father was never really kind to you. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Vehemently.] Oh, don't say that ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, it's true. He didn't love you not as he 
 ought to have. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Evasively.] No, perhaps not as he loved you. 
 That was only natural. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Continuing.] And he was often hard to your 
 mother, too at least in the last years. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Softly] Mother was so much, much younger than 
 he remember that
 
 94 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Do you think they were not quite suited to each 
 other ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 Perhaps not. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, but still . Father, who in other ways was 
 
 so gentle and warm-hearted so kindly towards 
 
 every one 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Quietly J\ Mother, too, was not always as she ought 
 to have been. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Your mother wasn't ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 Perhaps not always. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Towards father, do you mean ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 Yes. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 I never noticed that.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 95 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Struggling with her tears, rises.] Oh, my dear Alfred 
 let them rest those who are gone. 
 
 [She goes towards the right. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Rising.'] Yes, let them rest. [Wringing his hands.] 
 But those who are gone it's they that won't let us 
 rest, Asta. Neither day nor night. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Looks warmly at him.] Time will make it all seem 
 easier, Alfred. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looking helplessly at her.] Yes, don't you think it 
 will ? But how I am to get over these terrible first 
 days [Hoarsely.] that's what I can't imagine. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Imploringly, laying her hands on his shoulders.] Go 
 up to Rita. Oh, please do 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [ Vehemently, withdrawing from her.] No, no, no 
 don't talk to me of that ! I cannot, I tell you. [More 
 calmly.] Let me remain here, with you.
 
 g6 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ASTA. 
 Well, I won't leave you. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Seizing her hand and holding it fast] Thank you 
 for that ! [Looks out for a time over the fiord] Where 
 is my little Eyolf now ? [Smiling sadly to her] Can 
 you tell me that my big, wise Eyolf ? [Shaking his 
 head.] No one in all the world can tell me that. I 
 know only this one terrible thing that he is gone 
 from me. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Looking up to the left, and withdrawing her hand] 
 Here they are coming. 
 
 [Mrs. ALLMERS and Engineer BORGHEIM come 
 down by the wood-path, she leading the 
 way. She wears a dark dress and a black 
 veil over her head. He has an umbrella 
 under his arm. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Going to meet her] How is it with you, Kita ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Passing him] Oh, don't ask.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 97 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Why do you come here ? 
 
 RITA. 
 Only to look for you. What are you doing ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Nothing. Asta came down to me. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, but before Asta came ? You've been away 
 from me all the morning. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 I've been sitting here looking out over the water. 
 
 RITA. 
 Ugh, how can you ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Impatiently.} I like best to be alone now. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Moving restlessly about.} And then to sit still ! 
 To stay in one place ! 
 
 G
 
 98 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 I have nothing in the world to move for. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I can't bear to be anywhere long. Least of all here 
 with the fiord at my very feet. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 It's just the nearness of the fiord 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [To BORGHEIM.] Don't you think he should come 
 back with the rest of us ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 [To ALLMERS.] I believe it would be better for 
 you. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 No, no ; let me stay where I am. 
 
 RITA. 
 Then I'll stay with you, Alfred. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Very well ; do so, then. You remain too, Asta.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 99 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Whispers to BOEGHEIM.] Let us leave them alone ! 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 [With a glance of comprehension.] Miss Allmers, 
 shall we go a little further along the shore ? For 
 the very last time ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Taking her umbrella.] Yes, come. Let us go a 
 little further. 
 
 [ASTA and BORGHEIM go out together behind 
 the boat-shed ALLMERS wanders about for 
 a little. Then he seats himself on a stone 
 under the trees on the left. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Comes up and stands before him, her hands folded 
 and hanging down.] Can you think the thought, 
 Alfred that we have lost Eyolf ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looking sadly at the ground.] We must accustom 
 ourselves to think it.
 
 ioo LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I cannot. I cannot. And then that horrible sight 
 that will haunt me all my life long. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looking up.] What sight? What have you 
 seen ? 
 
 ElTA. 
 
 I've seen nothing myself. I've only heard it told. 
 
 Oh ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 You may as well tell me at once. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I got Borgheim to go down with me to the 
 
 pier 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 What did you want there ? 
 
 RITA. 
 To question the boys as to how it happened. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 But we know that.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 101 
 
 RITA. 
 
 We got to know more. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 Well? 
 
 ElTA. 
 
 It isn't true that he disappeared all at once. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Do they say that now ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes. They say they saw him lying down on the 
 bottom. Deep down in the clear water. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Grinding his teeth.] And they didn't save him ! 
 
 RITA. 
 I suppose they couldn't. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 They could swim every one of them. Did they 
 tell you how he was lying whilst they could see him ?
 
 102 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes. They said lie was lying on his back. And 
 with great, open eyes. 
 
 ALLMEKS. 
 Open eyes. But quite still ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, quite still. And then something came and 
 swept him away. They called it the undertow. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Nodding slowly.] So that was the last they saw of 
 him. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Suffocated with tears.] Yes. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [In a dull voice.] And never never will any one see 
 him again. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Wailing.] I shall see him day and night, as he lay 
 down there. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 With great, open eyes.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 103 
 
 KlTA. 
 
 [Shuddering.] Yes, with great, open eyes. I see 
 them ! I see them now ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Rises slowly and looks with quiet menace at her.] 
 Were they evil, those eyes, Rita ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Turning pale.] Evil ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Going close up to her.] Were they evil eyes that 
 stared up ? Up from the depths ? 
 
 RITA. 
 [Shrinking from him.] Alfred ! 
 
 ALLMERS 
 
 [Following her.] Answer me ! Were they a child's 
 evil eyes ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Shrieks.] Alfred! Alfred! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Now things have come about just as you wished, 
 Rita.
 
 104 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 I ! What did /wish ? 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 That Eyolf was not here. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Never for a moment have I wished that ! That 
 Eyolf should not stand between us that was what 
 I wished. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 Well, well he does not stand between us any more. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Softly, gazing straight before her.] Perhaps now 
 more than ever. [With a sudden shudder. ,] Oh, that 
 horrible sight ! 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 [-ZTocto.] The child's evil eyes. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [In dread, recoiling from him.] Let me be, Alfred ! 
 I'm afraid of you ! I've never seen you like this 
 before.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 105 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looks harshly and coldly at her.] Sorrow makes us 
 wicked and hateful. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Terrified, and yet defiant^ That is what I feel, 
 too. 
 
 [ALLMERS goes towards the right and looks out 
 over the fiord. RITA seats herself at the 
 table. A short pause. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Turning his head towards her.] You never really 
 and truly loved him never ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [TPi^A cold self-control] Eyolf would never let me 
 take him really and truly to my heart. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Because you did not want to. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh yes, I did. I did want to. But some one stood 
 in the way even from the first.
 
 io6 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS 
 
 [Turning right round.] Do you mean that 7 stood 
 in the way ? 
 
 RITA. 
 Oh, no not at first. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Coming nearer her.~\ Who, then ? 
 
 RITA 
 His aunt. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Asta? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes. Asta stood and barred the way for me. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Can you say that, Rita ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes. Asta she took him to her heart from the 
 moment that happened that miserable fall. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 If she did so, she did it in love.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 107 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Vehemently.] That's just it ! I cannot endure to 
 share anything with any one ! Not in love ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 We two should have shared him between us in 
 love. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 '[Looking scornfully at him.] We ? Oh, the truth is 
 you've never had any real love for him either. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Looks at her in astonishment.] I haven't ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 No, you haven't. At first you were so utterly 
 taken up by that book of yours about Responsi- 
 bility. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Forcibly.] Yes, I was. But my very book I 
 sacrificed for Eyolf 's sake. 
 
 RITA. 
 Not out of love for him.
 
 io8 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 Why then, do you suppose ? 
 
 EITA. 
 
 Because you were consumed with mistrust of your- 
 self. Because you had begun to doubt whether you 
 had any great vocation to live for in the world. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 [Observing her closely.} Could you see that in me ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh, yes little by little. And then you needed 
 something new to fill up your life. It seems /wasn't 
 enough for you any longer. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 That is the law of change, Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 And that was why you wanted to make a prodigy 
 of poor little Eyolf . 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 That was not what I wanted. I wanted to make 
 a happy human being of him. That, and nothing 
 more.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 109 
 
 ElTA. 
 
 But not out of love for him. Look into yourself ! 
 [JFt^A a certain shyness of expression.] Search out all 
 that lies under and behind your action. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Avoiding her eyes.] There is something you shrink 
 from saying. 
 
 RITA. 
 And you too. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looks thoughtfully at her.] If it is as you say, then 
 we two have never really possessed our own child. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 No. Not in perfect love. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 And yet we are sorrowing so bitterly for him. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [With sarcasm] Yes, isn't it curious that we should 
 grieve like this over a little stranger boy ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [With an outburst.] Oh, don't call him a stranger !
 
 no LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [/Sadly shaking her head.] We never won the boy, 
 Alfred. Not I nor you either. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Wringing his hands.] And now it's too late ! Too 
 late! 
 
 RITA. 
 And no consolation anywhere in anything. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [With sudden passion.] You are the guilty one in 
 this! 
 
 RITA. 
 [Rising.] I ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, you ! It was your fault that he became 
 what he was ! It was your fault that he couldn't 
 save himself when he fell into the water. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [With a gesture of repulsion.] Alfred you shall not 
 throw the blame upon me ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [More and more beside himself.] Yes, yes, I do ! It
 
 LITTLE EYOLF in 
 
 was you that left the helpless child unwatched upon 
 the table. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 He was lying so comfortably among the cushions, 
 and sleeping so soundly. And you had promised to 
 look after him. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, I had. [Lowering his voice.] But then you 
 came you, you, you and lured me to you. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Looking defiantly at him.] Oh, better own at once 
 that you forgot the child and everything else. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [In suppressed desperation.] Yes, that is true. 
 [Lower] I forgot the child in your arms ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Exasperated] Alfred ! Alfred this is intolerable 
 of you ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [In a low voice, clenching his fists before her face.] In 
 that hour you condemned little Eyolf to death.
 
 ii2 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 KlTA. 
 
 [Wildly.] You, too ! You, too if it is as you say ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Oh yes call me to account, too if you will. We 
 have sinned, both of us. And so, after all, there was 
 retribution in Eyolf's death. 
 
 RITA. 
 Retribution ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [With more self-control.] Yes. Judgment upon you 
 and me. Now, as we stand here, we have our deserts. 
 While he lived, we let ourselves shrink away from 
 him in secret, abject remorse. We could not bear to 
 see it the thing he had to drag with him 
 
 RITA. 
 [Whispers.] The crutch. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, that. And now, what we now call sorrow 
 and heartache is really the gnawing of conscience, 
 Rita. Nothing else.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 113 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Gazing helplessly at him.] I feel as if all this must 
 end in despair in madness for both of us. For we 
 can never never make it good again. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Passing into a calmer mood.] I dreamed about 
 Eyolf last night. I thought I saw him coming up 
 from the pier. He could run like other boys. So 
 nothing had happened to him neither the one thing 
 nor the other. And the torturing reality was nothing 
 but a dream, I thought. Oh, how I thanked and 
 blessed [Checking himself.] Hm ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Looking at him.] Whom ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Evasively.] Whom ? 
 
 RITA. 
 Yes ; whom did you thank and bless ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Putting aside the question.] I was only dreaming, 
 you know
 
 n 4 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 One whom you yourself do not believe in ? 
 
 ALLMEKS. 
 
 That was how I felt, all the same. Of course, I 
 was sleeping 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Reproachfully.] You shouldn't have taught me to 
 doubt, Alfred. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Would it have been right of me to let you go 
 through life with your mind full of empty fictions ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 It would have been better for me ; for then I should 
 have had something to take refuge in. Now I am 
 utterly at sea. 
 
 ALLMEKS. 
 
 [Observing her closely.] If you had the choice 
 
 now . If you could follow Eyolf to where he 
 
 is ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes? What then?
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 115 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 If you were fully assured that you would find him 
 again know Mm understand him ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, yes ; what then ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Would you, of your own free will, take the leap over 
 to him ? Of your own free will leave everything 
 behind you ? Renounce your whole earthly life ? 
 Would you, Rita ? 
 
 RITA. 
 [Softly.] Now, at once ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes ; to-day. This very hour. Answer me 
 would you ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Hesitating.] Oh, I don't know, Alfred, No ! I 
 think I should have to stay here with you, a little 
 while. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 For my sake ?
 
 n6 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, only for your sake. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 But afterwards ? Would you then ? Answer ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh, what can I answer ? I could not go away from 
 you. Never ! Never ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 But suppose now / went to Eyolf ? And you had 
 the fullest assurance that you would meet both him 
 and me there. Then would you come over to us ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I should want to so much ! so much ! But 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Well? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Moaning softly, ,] I could not I feel it. No, no, 
 I never could i Not for all the glory of heaven ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Nor I.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF n? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 No, you feel it so, too, don't you, Alfred ! You 
 couldn't either, could you ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 No. For it's here, in the life of earth, that we 
 living beings are at home. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, here lies the kind of happiness that we can 
 understand. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Darkly.] Oh, happiness happiness- 
 
 RITA. 
 
 You mean that happiness that we can never find 
 
 it again ? [Looks inquiringly at him.] But if ? 
 
 [Vehemently.] No, no; I dare not say it! Nor even 
 think it ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, say it say it, Rita , 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Hesitatingly.'] Could we not try to ? Would 
 
 it not be possible to forget him ?
 
 n8 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMBES. 
 Forget Eyolf ? 
 
 RITA. 
 Forget the anguish and remorse, I mean. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 Can you wish it ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, if it were possible. [With cm outburst.] For 
 this I can't bear this for ever ! Oh, can't we think 
 of something that will bring us forgetf ulness ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Shakes his head.] What could that be ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Could we not see what travelling would do far 
 away from here ? 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 From home ? When you know you're never really 
 well anywhere but here. 
 
 RITA, 
 Well, then, let us have crowds of people about us !
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 119 
 
 Keep open house ! Plunge into something that can 
 deaden and dull our thoughts. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Such a life would be impossible for me. No, 
 rather than that, I would try to take up my work 
 again. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 \Bitingly J\ Your work the work that has always 
 stood like a dead wall between us ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Slowly, looking fixedly at her.] There must always 
 be a dead wall between us two, from this time forth. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Why must there ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Who knows but that a child's great, open eyes are 
 watching us day and night. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Softly, shuddering.] Alfred how terrible to think 
 of!
 
 120 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Our love has been like a consuming fire. Now it 
 
 must be quenched 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [With a movement towards him.} Quenched ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Hardly.] It is quenched in one of us. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [As if petrified.] And you dare say that to me ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [More gently.] It is dead, Rita. But in what I 
 now feel for you in our common guilt and need of 
 atonement I seem to foresee a sort of resurrec- 
 tion 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Vehemently.] I don't care a bit about any resur- 
 rection ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Rita! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I am a warm-blooded being ! I don't go drowsing 
 about with fishes' blood in my veins. [Wringing
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 121 
 
 her hands.] And now to be imprisoned for life in 
 anguish and remorse ! Imprisoned with one who is 
 no longer mine, mine, mine 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 It must have ended so, sometime, Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Must have ended so ! The love that in the 
 beginning rushed forth so eagerly to meet with love ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 My love did not rush forth to you in the beginning. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 What did you feel for me, first of all ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Dread. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 That I can understand. How was it, then, that I 
 won you after all I. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 \In a low voice.] You were so entrancingly beautiful, 
 Rita.
 
 122 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Looks searchingly at him.] Then that was the only 
 reason ? Say it, Alfred ! The only reason ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Conquering himself.] No, there was another as well. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [IF&A an outburst.] I can guess what that was ! It 
 was " my gold, and my green forests," as you call it. 
 Was it not so, Alfred ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Yes. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Looks at him with deep reproach.] How could you 
 how could you ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 I had Asta to think of. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Angrily.] Yes, Asta. ! [.Bitterly.] Then it was 
 really Asta that brought us two together ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 She knew nothing about it. She has no suspicion 
 of it, even to this day.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 123 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Rejecting the plea.} It was Asta, nevertheless ! 
 [Smiling, with a sidelong glance of scornj\ Or, no it 
 was little Eyolf . Little Eyolf , my dear ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Eyolf ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, you used to call her Eyolf, didn't you? 
 I seem to remember your telling me so once, in 
 a moment of confidence. [Coming up to him.'] Do 
 you remember it that entrancingly beautiful hour, 
 Alfred ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Recoiling, as if in horror. ~\ I remember nothing ! 
 I will not remember ! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Following Mm.] It was in that hour when your 
 other little Eyolf was crippled for life ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [In a hollow voice, supporting himself against the 
 table.] Retribution !
 
 124 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Menacingly.'] Yes, retribution ! 
 
 [AsTA and BOKGHEIM return by way of the 
 boat-shed. She is carrying some water- 
 lilies in her hand. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [With self-control.] Well, Asta, have you and Mr. 
 Borgheim talked things thoroughly over ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 Oh, yes pretty well. 
 
 [She puts down her umbrella and lays the 
 flowers upon a chair. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Miss Allmers has been very silent during our 
 
 walk. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Indeed, has she ? Well, Alfred and I have talked 
 things out thoroughly enough 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Looking eagerly at both of them.] What is this ? 
 
 RITA. 
 Enough to last all our lifetime, I say. [Breaking
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 125 
 
 off".] Come now, let us go up to the house, all four of 
 us. We must have company about us in future. It 
 will never do for Alfred and me to be alone. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, do you go ahead, you two. [Turning.] I must 
 speak a word to you before we go, Asta. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Looking at him.] Indeed ? Well then, you come 
 with me, Mr. Borgheim. 
 
 [RITA and BORGHEIM go up the wood-path. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Anxiously.] Alfred, what is the matter ? 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Darkly.] Only that I cannot endure to be here any 
 
 more. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Here ! With Rita, do you mean ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Yes. Rita and I cannot go on living together. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Seizes his arm and shakes it.] Oh, Alfred don't 
 say anything so terrible !
 
 126 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 It's the truth I am telling you. We are making 
 each other wicked and hateful. 
 
 ASIA. 
 
 [ With painful emotion.] I had never never dreamt 
 of anything like this ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 I didn't realise it either, till to-day. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 And now you want to ! What is it you really 
 
 want, Alfred ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 I want to get away from everything here far, far 
 away from it all. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 And to stand quite alone in the world ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Nods.] As I used to, before, yes. 
 
 ASTA. 
 But you're not fitted for living alone !
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 127 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Oh, yes. I was so in the old days, at any rate. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 In the old days, yes ; for then you had me with 
 you. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Trying to take Tier futnd.] Yes. And it's to you, 
 Asta, that I now want to come home again. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Eluding him.'] To me ! No, no, Alfred ! That is 
 quite impossible. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looks sadly at her.~\ Then Borgheim stands in the 
 way after all ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Earnestly.] No, no ; he does not ! That's quite a 
 mistake ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Good. Then I will come to you my dear, dear 
 sister. I must come to you again home to you, to 
 be purified and ennobled after my life with
 
 128 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 AST A. 
 
 [Shocked.] Alfred, you are doing Rita a great 
 
 wrong ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 I have done her a great wrong. But not in this. 
 Oh, think of it, Asta think of our lif e together, yours 
 and mine. Was it not like one long holy-day from 
 first to last ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes, it was, Alfred. But we can never live it 
 
 over again. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Bitterly.] Do you mean that marriage has so irre- 
 parably ruined me ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Quietly.] No, that is not what I mean. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Well, then we two will live our old life over again. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [With decision.] We cannot, Alfred. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, we can. For the love of a brother and 
 
 sister
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 129 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Eagerly.] What of it ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 That is the only relation in life that is not subject 
 to the law of change. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Softly and tremblingly.] But if that relation were 
 
 not 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Not ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 not our relation ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [/Stares at her in astonishment] Not ours ? Why, 
 what can you mean by that ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 It is best I should tell you at once, Alfred. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, yes ; tell me ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 The letters to mother . Those in my port- 
 folio
 
 130 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Well? 
 
 AST A. 
 
 You must read them when I am gone. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Why must I? 
 
 AST A. 
 [Struggling with herself.] For then you will see 
 
 that 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Well? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 that I have no right to bear your father's name. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 [Staggering backwards.] Asta ! What is this you 
 say! 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Read the letters. Then you will see and under- 
 stand. And perhaps have some forgiveness for 
 mother, too. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Clutching at his forehead.] I cannot grasp this I 
 cannot realise the thought. You, Asta you are 
 not
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 131 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 You are not my brother, Alfred. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Quickly, half defiantly, looking at her.] Well, but 
 what difference does that really make in our relation ? 
 Practically none at all. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Shaking her head.] It makes all the difference, 
 Alfred. Our relation is not that of brother and 
 sister. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 No, no. But it is none the less sacred for that it 
 will always be equally sacred. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Don't forget that it is subject to the law of change, 
 as you said just now. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Looks inquiringly at her.] Do you mean that 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Quietly, but with warm emotion.] Not a word more
 
 132 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 my dear, dear Alfred. [Takes up the flowers from 
 the chair. ] Do you see these water-lilies ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Nodding slowly, ] They are the sort that shoot up 
 from the very depth. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 I pulled them in the tarn where it flows out into 
 the fiord. [Holds them out to him.] Will you take 
 them, Alfred ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Taking them.] Thanks. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [With tears in her eyes] They are a last greeting 
 to you, from from little Eyolf. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looking at her.] From Eyolf out yonder ? Or from 
 you? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Softly.] From both of us. [Taking up her umbrella.] 
 Now come with me to Rita. 
 
 [She goes up the wood-path.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 133 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Takes up his hat from the table, and whispers 
 
 sadly.} Asta. Eyolt'. Little Eyolf ! 
 
 [He follows her up the path.
 
 THE THIRD ACT 
 
 An elevation, overgrown with shrubs, in ALLMEBS'S gar- 
 den. At the back a sheer cliff, with a railing along 
 its edge, and with steps on the left leading down- 
 wards. An extensive view over the fiord, which 
 lies deep below. A flagstaff with lines, but no flag, 
 stands by the railing. In front, on the right, a 
 summer-house, covered with creepers and wild vines. 
 Outside it, a bench. It is a late summer evening, 
 with clear sky. Deepening twilight. 
 
 ASTA is sitting on the bench, with her hands in her lap. 
 She is wearing her outdoor dress and a hat, has 
 her parasol at her side, and a little travelling-bay 
 on a strap over her shoulder. 
 
 BORGHEIM comes up from the back on the left. He, 
 too, has a travelling-bag over his shoulder. He is 
 carrying a roUed-upflag. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 [Catching sight o/"AsTA.] Oh, so you're up here !
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 135 
 
 ASTA. 
 Yes, I'm taking my last look out over the fiord. 
 
 BOEGHEIM. 
 
 Then I'm glad I happened to come up. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Have you been searching for me ? 
 
 BOEGHEIM. 
 
 Yes, I have. I wanted to say good-bye to you 
 for the present. Not for good and all, I hope. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [With a faint smile.] You are persevering. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 A road-maker has got to be. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Have you seen anything of Alfred ? Or of Rita ? 
 
 BOEGHEIM. 
 
 Yes, I saw them both.
 
 136 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ASTA. 
 Together ? 
 
 BOEGHEIM. 
 
 No apart. 
 
 ASTA. 
 What are you going to do with that flag ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 Mrs. Allmers asked me to come up and hoist it. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Hoist a flag just now ? 
 
 BOBGHEIM. 
 
 Half-mast high. She wants it to fly both night 
 and day, she says. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Sighing.] Poor Rita ! And poor Alfred ! 
 
 BOBGHEIM. 
 
 [Busied with theflag.~\ Have you the heart to leave 
 them ? I ask, because I see you are in travelling- 
 dress. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [In a low voice.] I mtost go.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 137 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Well, if you must, then 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 And you are going, too, to-night ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 I must, too. I am going by the train. Are you 
 going that way ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 No. I shall take the steamer. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 [Glancing at herJ\ We each take our own way, 
 then ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 Yes. 
 
 [She sits and looks on while he hoists the flag 
 half-mast high. When he has done he goes 
 up to Jter. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Miss Asta you can't think how grieved I am 
 
 about little Eyolf.
 
 138 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Looks up at him.] Yes, I'm sure you feel it 
 deeply. 
 
 BOEGHEIM. 
 
 And the feeling tortures me. For the fact is, grief 
 is not much in my way. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Raising her eyes to the flag.] It will pass over in 
 time all of it. All our sorrow. 
 
 BOBGHEIM. 
 All ? Do you believe that ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Like a squall at sea. When once you've got far 
 away from here, then 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 It will have to be very far away indeed. 
 
 ASTA. 
 And then you have this great new road-work, too. 
 
 BOBGHEIM. 
 But no one to help me in it.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 139 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Oh yes, surely you have. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 [Shaking his head^\ No one. No one to share the 
 gladness with. For it's gladness that most needs 
 sharing. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Not the labour and trouble ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Pooh that sort of thing one can always get 
 through alone. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 But the gladness that must be shared with some 
 one, you think ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Yes ; for if not, where would be the pleasure in 
 being glad ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Ah yes perhaps there's something in that. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 Oh, of course, for a certain time you can go on
 
 140 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 feeling glad in your own heart. But it won't do in 
 the long run. No, it takes two to be glad. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Always two ? Never more ? Never many ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Well, you see then it becomes a quite different 
 matter. Miss Asta are you sure you can never 
 make up your mind to share gladness and success and 
 and labour and trouble, with one with one alone 
 in all the world ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 I have tried it once. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 Have you ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes, all the time that my brother that Alfred and 
 I lived together. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Oh, with your brother, yes. But that's altogether 
 different. That ought rather to be called peace than 
 happiness, I should say. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 It was delightful, all the same.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 141 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 There now you see even that seemed to you 
 delightful. But just think now if he hadn't been 
 your brother ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Makes a movement to rise, but remains sitting.] 
 Then we would never have been together. For I was 
 a child then and he wasn't much more. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 [After a pause.] Was it so delightful that time ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 Oh yes, indeed it was. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Was there much that was really bright and happy 
 in your life then ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 Oh yes, so much. You can't think how much. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Tell me a little about it, Miss Asta. 
 
 ASTA. 
 Oh, there are only trifles to tell.
 
 142 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 BOBGHEIM. 
 
 Such as ? Well? 
 
 AsTA. 
 
 Such as the time when Alfred had passed his exami- 
 nation and had distinguished himself. And then, 
 from time to time, when he got a post in some school 
 or other. Or when he would sit at home working 
 at an article and would read it aloud to me. And 
 then when it would appear in some magazine. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Yes, I can quite see that it mnst have been a peace- 
 ful, delightful life a brother and sister sharing all 
 their joys. [Shaking his head.] What I can't under- 
 stand is that your brother could ever give you up, 
 
 Asta. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [With suppressed emotion.] Alfred married, you 
 know. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Wasn't that very hard for you ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes, at first. It seemed as though I had utterly 
 lost him all at once.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 143 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 Well, luckily it wasn't so bad as that. 
 
 ASTA. 
 No. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 But, all the same how could he ! Go and marry, 
 I mean when he could have kept you with him, 
 alone ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Looking straight in front of her.] He was subject to 
 the law of change, I suppose. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 The law of change ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 So Alfred calls it. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Pooh what a stupid law that must be ! I don't 
 believe a bit in that law. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Rising.] You may come to believe in it, in time. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 Never in all my life ! [Insistently.] But listen now
 
 144 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 Miss Asta ! Do be reasonable for once in a way 
 in this matter, I mean 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Interrupting him.] Oh, no, no don't let us begin 
 upon that again ! 
 
 BOEGHEIM. 
 
 [Continuing as before.] Yes, Asta I can't possibly 
 give you up so easily. Now your brother has every- 
 thing as he wishes it. He can live his life quite con- 
 tentedly without you. He doesn't require you at all. 
 Then this this that at one blow has changed your 
 
 whole position here 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [With a start.] What do you mean by that ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 The loss of the child. What else should I 
 mean ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Recovering her self-control.] Little Eyolf is gone, 
 yes. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 And what more does that leave you to do here ? 
 You haven't the poor little boy to take care of now.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 145 
 
 You hare no duties no claims upon you of any 
 sort. 
 
 ASIA. 
 
 Oh, please, Mr. Borgheim dont make it so hard 
 forme. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 I must ; I should be mad if I didn't try my utter- 
 most. I shall be leaving town before very long, and 
 perhaps I shall have no opportunity of meeting you 
 there. Perhaps I shall not see you again for a long, 
 long time. And who knows what may happen in the 
 meanwhile ? 
 
 ASIA. 
 
 [With a grave smile.] So you are afraid of the law 
 of change, after alii 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 No, not in the least. [Laughing bitterly.] And 
 there's nothing to be changed, either not in you, I 
 mean. For I can see you don't care much about 
 me. 
 
 ASIA.. 
 
 You know very well that I do. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 Perhaps, but not nearly enough. Not as I want you 
 
 K.
 
 146 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 to. [ More forcibly J\ By Heaven, Asta Miss Asta I 
 can't tell you how strongly I feel that you are wrong 
 in this ! A little onward, perhaps, from to-day and 
 to-morrow, all life's happiness may be awaiting us. 
 And we must needs pass it by ! Do you think we 
 won't come to repent of it, Asta ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Quietly.'] I don't know. I only know that they 
 are not for us all these bright possibilities. 
 
 BOKGHEIM. 
 
 [Looks at her with self-control.] Then I must make 
 my roads alone ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 .] Oh, how I wish I could stand by you in 
 it all ! Help you in the labour share the gladness 
 with you - 
 
 BOBGHEIM. 
 
 Would you if you could ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 Yes, that I would. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 But you cannot ?
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 147 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Looking down.~\ Would you be content to have 
 only half of me ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 No. You must be utterly and entirely mine. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Looks at him, and says quietly.] Then I cannot. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Good bye then, Miss Asta. 
 
 [He is on the point of going. ALLMERS comes 
 up from the left at the back. BORGHEIM 
 stops. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [The moment he has reached the top of the steps, 
 points, and says in a low voice.] Is Rita in there in 
 the summer-house ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 No ; there's no one here but Miss Asta. 
 
 [ALLMERS comes forward. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Going toioards him.] Shall I go down and look for 
 her ? Shall I get her to come up here ?
 
 148 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS 
 &A a negative gesture.] No, no, no let it alone. 
 
 [To BORGHEIM.] Is it you that have hoisted the flag ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 Yes. Mrs. Allmers asked me to. That was what 
 brought me up here. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 And you're going to start to-night ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 Yes. To-night I go away in good earnest. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [With a glance at ASTA.] And you've made sure of 
 pleasant company, I daresay. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 [Shaking his head.] I am going alone. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [With surprise.] Alone ! 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 Utterly alone.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 149 
 
 [Absently.] Indeed ? 
 
 BOEGHEIM. 
 
 And I shall have to remain alone, too. 
 
 ALLMERS, 
 There's something horrible in being alone. The 
 
 thought of it runs like ice through my blood 
 
 ASTA. 
 Oh, but, Alfred, you are <not alone. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 There may be something horrible in that too, 
 
 Asta. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Oppressed.] Oh, don't talk like that ! Don't think 
 
 like that ! 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 [Not listening to her.] But since you're not going 
 
 with him ? Since there's nothing to bind 
 
 you ? Why won't you remain out here with me 
 
 and with Rita ? 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Uneasily.] No, no, I cannot. 1 must go back to 
 town now.
 
 150 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 But only in to town, Asta. Do you hear ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Yes. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 And you must promise me that you'll soon come 
 out again. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Quickly.] No, no, I daren't promise you that, for 
 the present. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Well as you will. We shall soon meet in town, 
 then. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Imploringly.] But, Alfred, you must stay at 
 home here with Rita now. 
 
 ALLMEKS. 
 
 [Without answering, turns to BORGHEIM.] You may 
 find it a good thing, after all, that you have to take 
 your journey alone. 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 [Annoyed.] Oh, how can you say such a thing ?
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 151 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 You see, you can never tell whom you might 
 happen to meet afterwards on the way. 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Involuntarily.] Alfred ! 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 The right fellow-traveller when it's too late too 
 late. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Softly, quivering.] Alfred ! Alfred ! 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 [Looking from one to the other.] What is the mean- 
 ing of this ? I don't understand 
 
 [RiTA comes up from the left at the back. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Plaintively.] Oh, don't go away from me, all of 
 you ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Going towards her] You said you preferred to be 
 alone.
 
 152 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, but I dare not. It's getting so horribly 
 dark. I seem to see great, open eyes fixed upon me ! 
 
 ASTA, 
 
 [Tenderly and sympathetically.] What if it were so, 
 Rita ? You shouldn't be afraid of those eyes. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 How can you say so ! Not afraid ! 
 
 ALLMEES 
 
 [Insistently.] Asta, I beg you for Heaven's sake 
 remain here with Rita ! 
 
 RITA. 
 Yes ! And with Alfred, too. Do ! Do, Asta ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Struggling with herself.] Oh, I want to so 
 much 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Well, then, do it ! For Alfred 'and I cannot go 
 alone through the sorrow and heartache.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 153 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Darkly.] Say, rather through the ranklings of 
 remorse. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh, whatever you like to call it we cannot bear it 
 alone, we two. Oh, Asta, I beg and implore you ! 
 Stay here and help us ! Take Eyolf's place for 
 
 us 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Shrinking.'] Eyolf's 
 
 RITA. 
 Yes, would you not have it so, Alfred ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 If she can and will. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 You used to call her your little Eyolf. [/Seizes her 
 hand.] Henceforth you shall be our Eyolf, Asta! 
 Eyolf, as you were before. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [With concealed emotion] Remain and share our 
 life with us, Asta. With Rita. With me. With me 
 your brother !
 
 154 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [With decision, snatches her hand away.] No. I 
 cannot. [Turning."] Mr. Borgheim what time does 
 the steamer start ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 Now at once. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Then I must go on board. Will you go with me ? 
 
 BORGHEIM. 
 
 [With a suppressed outburst of joy.] Will I ? Yes, 
 
 yes! 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 Then come ! 
 
 ETTA. 
 
 [Slowly.] Ah ! That's how it is. Well, then, you 
 cannot stay with us. 
 
 ASTA. 
 
 [Throwing her arms round her neck.] Thanks for 
 everything, Rita ! [Goes up to ALLMERS and grasps 
 his hand.] Alfred good-bye! A thousand times, 
 good-bye ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Softly and eagerly.] What is this, Asta ? It seems 
 as though you were taking flight.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 155 
 
 ASTA 
 
 [In subdued anguish.] Yes, Alfred I am taking 
 flight. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 Flight from me ! 
 
 ASTA. 
 [Whispering.] From you and from myself. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 [Shrinking back] Ah ! 
 
 [ASTA rushes down the steps at the back. 
 BOEGHEIM waves his hat and folloivs her. 
 RITA leans against the entrance to the 
 summer-house. ALLMEES goes, in strong 
 inward emotion, iip to the railing, and 
 stands there gazing downwards. A pause. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 [Turns, and says with hard-won composure.] There 
 comes the steamer. Look, Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 I dare not look at it. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 You dare not ?
 
 156 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 No. For it has a red eye and a green one, too. 
 Great, glowing eyes. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Oh, that's only the lights, you know 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Henceforth they are eyes for me. They stare 
 and stare out of the darkness and into the dark- 
 ness. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Now she's putting in to shore. 
 
 RITA. 
 Where are they mooring her this evening, then ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Coming forward.] At the pier, as usual 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Drawing herself up.~\ How can they moor her 
 there ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 They must.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 157 
 
 RITA. 
 
 But it was there that Eyolf ! How can they 
 
 moor her there ! 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 Yes, life is pitiless, Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Men are heartless. They take no thought either 
 for the living or for the dead. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 There you are right. Life goes its own way just 
 as if nothing in the world had happened. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Gazing straight before her.] And nothing has hap- 
 pened, either. Not to others. Only to us two. 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 [The pain re-awakening.] Yes, Rita so it was to 
 no purpose that you bore him in sorrow and anguish. 
 For now he is gone again and has left no trace 
 behind him. 
 
 RITA. 
 Only the crutch was saved.
 
 158 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMEKS. 
 
 [Angrily.] Be silent ! Don't let me hear that 
 word! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Plaintively.] Oh, I cannot bear the thought that 
 he is gone from us. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 [Coldly and bitterly.] You could very well do with- 
 out him while he was with us. Half the day would 
 often pass without your setting eyes on him. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, for I knew that I could see him whenever I 
 wanted to. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, that's how we've gone and squandered the 
 short time we had with little Eyolf . 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Listening, in dread.] Do you hear, Alfred ! Now 
 it's ringing again ! 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 [Looking over the fiord.] It's the steamer's bell that 
 is ringing. It's just starting.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 159 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh, it isn't that bell I mean. All day I have heard 
 it ringing in my ears. Now it's ringing again ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Going up to her.] You are mistaken, Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 No, I hear it so plainly. It sounds like a knell. 
 Slow. Slow. And always the same words. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Words ? What words ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Nodding her head in the rhythm .] " The crutch is 
 floating. The crutch is floating." Oh, surely you 
 must hear it, too ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Shaking his head.~\ I hear nothing. And there is 
 nothing to hear. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh, you may say what you will I hear it so 
 plainly.
 
 i6o LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looking out over the railing.] Now they are on 
 board, Rita. Now the steamer's on her way to the 
 
 town. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Is it possible you don't hear it ? " The crutch is 
 floating. The crutch is " 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Coming forward.] You shall not stand there 
 listening to a sound that doesn't exist. I tell you, 
 Asta and Borgheim are on board. They have started 
 already. Asta is gone. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Looks timidly at him.] Then I suppose you will 
 soon be gone, too, Alfred ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Quickly.] What do you mean by that ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 That you will follow your sister. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Has Asta told you anything ?
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 161 
 
 RITA. 
 
 No. But you said yourself it was for Asta's sake 
 that that we came together. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes, but you, you yourself, have bound me to you 
 by our life together. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh, in your eyes I am not I am not entrancingly 
 beautiful any more. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 The law of change may perhaps keep us together, 
 none the less. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Nodding slowly.] There is a change in me now I 
 feel the anguish of it. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Anguish ? 
 
 RITA. 
 Yes, for change, too, is a sort of birth. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 It is or a resurrection. Transition to a higher 
 
 life.
 
 i62 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Gazing sadly before her.~\ Yes with the loss of all, 
 all life's happiness. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 That loss is just the gain. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Vehemently.] Oh, phrases! Good God, we are 
 creatures of earth after all. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 But something akin to the sea and the heavens 
 too, Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 You perhaps. Not I. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Oh, yes you too, more than you yourself suspect. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Advancing a pace towards him.] Tell me, Alfred 
 could you think of taking up your work again ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 The work that you have hated so ?
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 163 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I am easier to please now. I am willing to share 
 you with the book. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Why? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Only to keep you here with me to have you near 
 me. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Oh, it's so little I can do to help you, Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 But perhaps I could help you. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 With my book, do you mean ? 
 
 RITA. 
 No ; but to live your life. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [/Shaking his head.] 1 seem to have no life to live. 
 
 RITA. 
 Well then, to endure your life.
 
 164 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 
 \Darkly, looking away from her.] I think it would 
 be best for both of us that we should part. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Looking curiously at him.] Then where would you 
 go ? Perhaps to Asta, after all ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 No never again to Asta. 
 
 RITA. 
 Where then ? 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 Up into the solitudes. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Up among the mountains? Is that what you 
 mean? 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 Yes. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 But all that is mere dreaming, Alfred ! You could 
 not live up there.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 165 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 And yet I feel myself drawn to them. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Why ? Tell me ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Sit down and I will tell you something. 
 
 RITA. 
 Something that happened to you up there ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Yes. 
 
 RITA. 
 And that you never told Asta and me ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Yes. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh, you're so silent about everything. You 
 oughtn't to be. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Sit down there and I will tell you about it.
 
 1 66 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 Yes, yes tell me ! 
 
 [She sits on the bench beside the summer-house. 
 
 ALLMEBS. 
 
 I was alone up there, in the heart of the great 
 mountains. I came to a wide, dreary mountain lake : 
 and that lake I had to cross. But I could not f or 
 there was neither a boat nor any one there. 
 
 RITA. 
 Well ? And then ? 
 
 AT.T,MTJ:RS, 
 
 Then I went without any guidance into a side 
 valley. I thought that by that way I could push on 
 over the heights and between the peaks and then 
 down again on the other side of the lake. 
 
 RITA. 
 Oh, and you lost yourself, Alfred ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes ; I mistook the direction for there was no 
 path or track. And all day I went on and all the
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 167 
 
 next night. And at last I thought I should never 
 see the face of man again. 
 
 KlTA. 
 
 Not come home to us ? Oh, then, I am sure your 
 thoughts were with us here. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 No they were not. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Not? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 No. It was so stiange. Both you and Eyolf 
 seemed to have drifted far, far away from me and 
 Asta, too. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Then what did you think of ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 I did not think. I dragged myself along among 
 the precipices and rejoiced in the peace and luxury 
 of death. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Springing up.] Oh, don't use such words of that 
 horror !
 
 168 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMEKS. 
 
 I didn't feel it so. I had no fear. Here went 
 death and I, it seemed to me, like two good fellow- 
 travellers. It all seemed so natural so simple, I 
 thought.! In my family, we don't live to be old 
 
 KITA. 
 
 Oh, don't say such things, Alfred ! You see you 
 came safely out of it, after all. 
 
 Yes; all of a sudden I found myself where I 
 wanted to be on the other side of the lake. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 It must have been a night of terror for you, 
 Alfred. But now that it's over, you won't admit it 
 to yourself. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 That night sealed my resolution. And it was then 
 that I turned about and came straight homewards. 
 To Eyolf . 
 
 RITA. 
 [Softly.] Too late.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 169 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes. And then when my fellow-traveller came 
 and took him then I felt the horror of it ; of it all ; 
 of all that, in spite of everything, we dare not tear 
 ourselves away from. So earth bound are we, both 
 
 of us, Rita. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [With a gleam of joy. \ Yes, you are, too, aren't 
 you ! [Coming close to him.] Oh, let us live our life 
 together as long as we can ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Shrugging his shoulders.] Live our life, yes ! And 
 have nothing to fill life with. An empty void on all 
 sides wherever I look. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [In fear.] Oh, sooner or later you will go away 
 from me, Alfred ! I feel it ! I can see it in your 
 face ! You will go away from me. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 With my fellow-traveller, do you mean ? 
 
 RITA. 
 No, I mean worse than that. Of your own free will
 
 lyo LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 you will leave me for you think it's only here, with 
 me, that you have nothing to live for. Isn't that 
 what is in your thoughts ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looking steadfastly at her,] What if it were ? 
 
 [A disturbance, and the noise of angry, 
 quarrelling voices is heard from down 
 below in the distance. ALLMERS goes to the 
 railing. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 What is that ? [With an outburst.] Oh, you'll see, 
 they have found him ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 He will never be found. 
 
 RITA. 
 But what is it then ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Coming forward.] Only fighting as usual. 
 
 RITA 
 Down on the beach ?
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 171 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes. The whole village down there ought to be 
 swept away. Now the men have come home 
 drunk, as they always are. They are beating the 
 children do you hear the boys crying ! The women 
 are shrieking for help for them 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Shouldn't we get some one to go down and help 
 them ? 
 
 ALLMERS . 
 
 [Harshly atid angrily. \ Help them, who didn't help 
 Eyolf ! Let them go as they let Eyolf go. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh, you mustn't talk like that, Alfred ! Nor think 
 like that ! 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 I cannot think otherwise. All the old hovels ought 
 to be torn down. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 And then what's to become of all the poor people ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 They must go somewhere else.
 
 172 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 And the children, too ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Does it make much difference where they go to the 
 dogs? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Quietly and reproachfully.'] You are forcing your- 
 self into this harshness, Alfred. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [ Vehemently.'] I have a right to be harsh now ! It 
 is my duty. 
 
 RITA. 
 Your duty ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 My duty to Eyolf. He must not lie unavenged. 
 Once for all, Rita it is as I tell you ! Think it over ! 
 Have the]whole place down there razed to the ground 
 when I am gone. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Looks intently at him.] When you are gone ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Yes. For that will at least give you something to 
 fill your life with and something you must have.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 173 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Firmly and decidedly.] There you are right I 
 must. But can you guess what I will set about 
 when you are gone ? 
 
 ALLMEES. 
 Well, what ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Slowly and with resolution.] As soon as you are 
 gone from me, I will go down to the beach, and bring 
 all the poor neglected children home with me. All 
 the mischievous boys 
 
 ALLMERS . 
 What will you do with them here ? 
 
 RITA. 
 I will take them to my heart. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 You! 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, I will. From the day you leave me, they 
 shall all be here, all of them, as if they were mine. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Shocked.] In our little Eyolf's place !
 
 174 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, in our little Eyolf's place. They shall live in 
 Eyolf's rooms. They shall read his books. They 
 shall play with his toys. They shall take it in turns 
 to sit in his chair at table. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 But this is sheer madness of you ! I don't know a 
 creature in the world that's less fitted than you for 
 anything of that sort. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Then I shall have to educate myself for it ; to train 
 myself ; to discipline myself. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 If you are really in earnest about this about all 
 you say then there must indeed be a change in 
 you. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Yes, there is, Alfred and for that I have you to 
 thank. You have made an empty place within me ; 
 and I must try to fill it up with something with 
 something that is a little like love. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Stands for a moment lost in thought; then looks at
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 175 
 
 Aer.] The truth is, we haven't done much for the 
 poor people down there. 
 
 RITA. 
 We have done nothing for them. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Scarcely even thought of them. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Never thought of them in sympathy. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 We, who had " the gold, and the green forests " 
 
 RITA. 
 Our hands were closed to then. And our hearts too. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 .] Then it was perhaps natural enough, after 
 
 all, that they shouldn't risk their lives to save little 
 Eyolf. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Softly. 1 Think, Alfred ! Are you so certain that 
 that ive would have risked ours ?
 
 1 76 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [With an uneasy gesture of repulsion.] You must 
 never doubt that. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Oh, we are children of earth. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 What do you really think you can do with all these 
 neglected children ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I suppose I must try if I cannot lighten and and 
 ennoble their lot in life. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 If you can do that then Eyolf not born in 
 vain. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Nor taken from us in vain, either. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Looking steadfastly at her.] Be quite clear about 
 one thing, Rita it is not love that is driving you to 
 this. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 No, it is not at any rate, not yet.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 177 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Well, then what is it ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Half -evasively.] You have so often talked to Asta 
 of human responsibility 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Of the book that you hated. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 I hate that book still. But I used to sit and listen 
 to what you told her. And now I will try to con- 
 tinue it in my own way. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Shaking his head.] It is not for the sake of that 
 
 unfinished book 
 
 RITA. 
 
 No, I have another reason as well. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 What is that ? 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Softly, with a melancholy smile] I want to make 
 my peace with the great, open eyes, you see. 
 
 M
 
 178 LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Struck, fixing his eyes upon her.] Perhaps, I could 
 join you in that ? And help you, Rita ? 
 
 RITA. 
 Would you ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 Yes if I were only sure I could 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Hesitatingly.'] But then you would have to remain 
 here. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Softly.] Let us try if it could not be so. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Almost inaudibly.] Yes, let us, Alfred. 
 
 [Both are silent. Then ALLMEKS goes up to the 
 flagstaff" and hoists the flag to the top. 
 RITA stands beside the summer-house and 
 looks at him in silence. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Coming forward again.] We have a heavy day of 
 work before us, Rita.
 
 LITTLE EYOLF 179 
 
 RITA. 
 
 You will see that now and then a Sabbath 
 peace will descend on us. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Quietly, with emotion.] Then, perhaps, we shall 
 know that the spirits are with us. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [ Whispering^] The spirits ? 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 \As before] Yes, they will perhaps be around us 
 those whom we have lost. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Nods slowly^] Our little Eyolf. And your big 
 Eyolf, too. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 [Gfaziiig straight before him] Now and then, per- 
 haps, we may still on the way through life have 
 a little, passing glimpse of them. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 Where shall we look for them, Alfred ?
 
 i8o LITTLE EYOLF 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 [Fixing his eyes upon her.] Upwards. 
 
 RITA. 
 [Nods in approval.] Yes, yes upwards. 
 
 ALLMERS. 
 
 Upwards towards the peaks. Towards the stars. 
 And towards the great silence. 
 
 RITA. 
 
 [Giving him her hand.] Thanks ! 
 
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