[With eagerness.] Oh, who was that one? Tell me!
The Rat-Wife.
[Laughing.] It was my own sweetheart, it was, little heart-breaker!
Eyolf.
And where is he now, then?
The Rat-Wife.
[Harshly.] Down where all the rats are. [Resuming her milder tone.] But now I must be off and get to business again. Always on the move. [To Rita.] So your ladyship has no sort of use for me to-day? I could finish it all off while I am about it.
Rita.
No, thank you; I don’t think we require anything.
The Rat-Wife.