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Allmers.
That is the law of change, Rita.
Rita.
And that was why you wanted to make a prodigy of poor little Eyolf.
Allmers.
That was not what I wanted. I wanted to make a happy human being of him.—That, and nothing more.
Rita.
But not out of love for him. Look into yourself! [With 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.
