Rita.
Yes, do; I wish you would.—Oh! here he is.
[Alfred Allmers, dressed in light summer clothes, enters by the door on the left, leading Eyolf by the hand. He is a slim, lightly-built man of about thirty-six or thirty-seven, with gentle eyes, and thin brown hair and beard. His expression is serious and thoughtful. Eyolf wears a suit cut like a uniform, with gold braid and gilt military buttons. He is lame, and walks with a crutch under his left arm. His leg is shrunken. He is undersized, and looks delicate, but has beautiful intelligent eyes.
Allmers.
[Drops Eyolf’s hand, goes up to Asta with an expression of marked pleasure, and holds out both his hands to her.] Asta! My dearest Asta! To think of your coming! To think of my seeing you so soon!
Asta.
I felt I must——. Welcome home again!
Allmers.
[Shaking her hands.] Thank you for coming.
Rita.