The Rat-Wife.
Why, it’s only little Mopsëman. [Loosening the string of the bag.] Come up out of the dark, my own little darling friend.
[A little dog with a broad black snout pokes its head out of the bag.
The Rat-Wife.
[Nodding and beckoning to Eyolf.] Come along, don’t be afraid, my little wounded warrior! He won’t bite. Come here! Come here!
Eyolf.
[Clinging to Asta.] No, I dare not.
The Rat-Wife.
Don’t you think he has a gentle, lovable countenance, my young master?
Eyolf.