ALLMERS.—up to the peaks and the great waste places.
EYOLF. Papa, don't you think I shall 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 are dressed to-day, Eyolf!
EYOLF. Yes, don't you think so, Auntie?
ASTA. Yes, indeed. Is it in honour of Papa that you have 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.