Rita.
[Whispering.] The spirits?
Allmers.
[As before.] Yes, they will perhaps be around us—those whom we have lost.
Rita.
[Nods slowly.] Our little Eyolf. And your big Eyolf, too.
Allmers.
[Gazing straight before him.] Now and then, perhaps, we may still—on the way through life—have a little, passing glimpse of them.
Rita.
Where shall we look for them, Alfred?