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. [Gazing straight before him.] Now and then, perhaps, we may still—on the way through life—have a little, passing glimpse of them.
RITA. Where, shall we look for them, Alfred?
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!