[Following him.] It was in that hour—when your other little Eyolf was crippled for life!
Allmers.
[In a hollow voice, supporting himself against the table.] Retribution!
Rita.
[Menacingly.] Yes, retribution!
[Asta and Borgheim return by way of the boat-shed. She is carrying some water-lilies in her hand.
Rita.
[With self-control.] Well, Asta, have you and Mr. Borgheim talked things thoroughly over?
Asta.
Oh, yes—pretty well.