ALLMERS. [Following her.] Answer me! Were they a child's evil eyes?
RITA. [Shrieks.] Alfred! Alfred!
ALLMERS. Now things have come about—just as you wished, Rita.
RITA. I! What did I wish?
ALLMERS. That Eyolf were not here.
RITA. Never for a moment have I wished that! That Eyolf should not stand between us—that was what I wished.
ALLMERS. Well, well—he does not stand between us any more.
RITA. [Softly, gazing straight before her.] Perhaps now more than ever. [With a sudden shudder.] Oh, that horrible sight!
ALLMERS. [Nods.] The child's evil eyes.
RITA. [In dread, recoiling from him.] Let me be, Alfred! I am afraid of you. I have never seen you like this before.