Asta.
Poor little white-faced boy! Has he to be for ever at his lessons again?
Rita.
[With a slight shrug.] Alfred will have it so, you know.
Asta.
Yes; but I think you ought to put down your foot about it, Rita.
Rita.
[Somewhat impatiently.] Oh no; come now, I really cannot meddle with that. Alfred knows so much better about these things than I do. And what would you have Eyolf do? He can’t run about and play, you see—like other children.
Asta.
[With decision.] I will talk to Alfred about this.