Rita.
Not?
Allmers.
No. It was so strange. Both you and Eyolf seemed to have drifted far, far away from me—and Asta, too.
Rita.
Then what did you think of?
Allmers.
I did not think. I dragged myself along among the precipices—and rejoiced in the peace and luxury of death.
Rita.
[Springing up.] Oh, don’t use such words of that horror!