Allmers.
What’s the matter?
Eyolf.
[Pointing.] There’s something wriggling in the bag!
Rita.
[At the extreme left, shrieks.] Ugh! Send her away, Alfred.
The Rat-Wife.
[Laughing.] Oh, dearest lady, you needn’t be frightened of such a little mannikin.
Allmers.
But what is the thing?