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 the sleep of the just.
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.