[Looking over the fiord.] It is the steamer’s bell that is ringing. She is just starting.
Rita.
Oh, it’s not that bell I mean. All day I have heard it ringing in my ears.—Now it is ringing again!
Allmers.
[Going up to her.] You are mistaken, Rita.
Rita.
No, I hear it so plainly. It sounds like a knell. Slow. Slow. And always the same words.
Allmers.
Words? What words?
Rita.