[Darkly.] Oh, happiness—happiness——
Rita.
You mean that happiness—that we can never find it again? [Looks inquiringly at him.] But if——? [Vehemently.] No, no; I dare not say it! Nor even think it!
Allmers.
Yes, say it—say it, Rita.
Rita.
[Hesitatingly.] Could we not try to——? Would it not be possible to forget him?
Allmers.
Forget Eyolf?
Rita.