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.
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!