The Rat-Wife.
Yes, it was all alive and swarming with them. [Laughs with quiet glee.] They came creepy-crawly up into the beds all night long. They plumped into the milk-cans, and they went pittering and pattering all over the floor, backwards and forwards, and up and down.
Eyolf.
[Softly, to Asta.] I shall never go there, Auntie.
The Rat-Wife.
But then I came—I, and another along with me. And we took them with us, every one—the sweet little creatures! We made an end of every one of them.
Eyolf.
[With a shriek.] Papa—look! look!
Rita.
Good Heavens, Eyolf!