Miss Asta——you can’t think how grieved I am about little Eyolf.
Asta.
[Looks up at him.] Yes, I am sure you feel it deeply.
Borgheim.
And the feeling tortures me. For the fact is, grief is not much in my way.
Asta.
[Raising her eyes to the flag.] It will pass over in time—all of it. All our sorrow.
Borgheim.
All? Do you believe that?
Asta.