Rita.
Well, then, do it! For Alfred and I cannot go alone through the sorrow and heartache.
Allmers.
[Darkly.] Say, rather—through the ranklings of remorse.
Rita.
Oh, whatever you like to call it—we cannot bear it alone, we two. Oh, Asta, I beg and implore you! Stay here and help us! Take Eyolf’s place for us——
Asta.
[Shrinking.] Eyolf’s——
Rita.
Yes, would you not have it so, Alfred?