[Astonished, pointing.] That thing there?
The Rat-Wife.
Yes, this thing here.
Eyolf.
[Almost under his breath, staring fixedly at the dog.] I think he has the horriblest—countenance I ever saw.
The Rat-Wife.
[Closing the bag.] Oh, it will come—it will come, right enough.
Eyolf.
[Involuntarily drawing nearer, at last goes right up to her, and strokes the bag.] But he is lovely—lovely all the same.
The Rat-Wife.