[With an uneasy gesture of repulsion.] You must never doubt that.
Rita.
Oh, we are children of earth.
Allmers.
What do you really think you can do with all these neglected children?
Rita.
I suppose I must try if I cannot lighten and—and ennoble their lot in life.
Allmers.
If you can do that—then Eyolf was not born in vain.
Rita.