Do you believe in the evil eye, Mrs. Allmers?
Rita.
Yes. I have begun to believe in the evil eye. Especially in a child’s evil eye.
Allmers.
[Shocked, whispers.] Rita—how can you——?
Rita.
[Speaking low.] It is you that make me so wicked and hateful, Alfred.
[Confused cries and shrieks are heard in the distance, from the direction of the fiord.
Borgheim.
[Going to the glass door.] What noise is that?