Allmers.
[Passing into a calmer mood.] I dreamed about Eyolf last night. I thought I saw him coming up from the pier. He could run like other boys. So nothing had happened to him—neither the one thing nor the other. And the torturing reality was nothing but a dream, I thought. Oh, how I thanked and blessed——[Checking himself.] H’m!
Rita.
[Looking at him.] Whom?
Allmers.
[Evasively.] Whom——?
Rita.
Yes; whom did you thank and bless?
Allmers.
[Putting aside the question.] I was only dreaming, you know——