[In a tone of caution.] But now he is so tired and weary, poor thing. He’s utterly tired out, he is. [Looks at Allmers.] For it takes the strength out of you, that sort of game, I can tell you, sir.
Allmers.
What sort of game do you mean?
The Rat-Wife.
The luring game.
Allmers.
Do you mean that it is the dog that lures the rats?
The Rat-Wife.
[Nodding.] Mopsëman and I—we two do it together. And it goes so smoothly—for all you can see, at any rate. I just slip a string through his collar, and then I lead him three times round the house, and play on my Pan’s-pipes. When they hear that, they have got to come up from the cellars, and down from the garrets, and out of their holes, all the blessed little creatures.
Eyolf.