ALLMERS. [Looks harshly and coldly at her.] Sorrow makes us wicked and hateful.
RITA. [Terrified, and yet defiant.] That is what I feel, too.
[ALLMERS goes towards the right and looks out over the fiord. RITA seats herself at the table. A short pause.]
ALLMERS. [Turning his head towards her.] You never really and truly loved him—never!
RITA. [With cold self-control.] Eyolf would never let me take him really and truly to my heart.
ALLMERS. Because you did not want to.
RITA. Oh yes, I did. I did want to. But someone stood in the way—even from the first.
ALLMERS. [Turning right round.] Do you mean that I stood in the way?
RITA. Oh, no—not at first.
ALLMERS. [Coming nearer her.] Who, then?