[Asta and Borgheim go out together behind the boat-shed. Allmers wanders about for a little. Then he seats himself on a stone under the trees on the left.
Rita.
[Comes up and stands before him, her hands folded and hanging down.] Can you think the thought, Alfred—that we have lost Eyolf?
Allmers.
[Looking sadly at the ground.] We must accustom ourselves to think it.
Rita.
I cannot. I cannot. And then that horrible sight that will haunt me all my life long.
Allmers.
[Looking up.] What sight? What have you seen?
Rita.