Allmers.
[In suppressed desperation.] Yes, that is true. [Lower.] I forgot the child—in your arms!
Rita.
[Exasperated.] Alfred! Alfred—this is intolerable of you!
Allmers.
[In a low voice, clenching his fists before her face.] In that hour you condemned little Eyolf to death.
Rita.
[Wildly.] You, too! You, too—if it is as you say!
Allmers.
Oh yes—call me to account, too—if you will. We have sinned, both of us. And so, after all, there was retribution in Eyolf’s death.