[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.
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!