Well, well, your sweet ladyship, you can never tell. If your ladyship should find that there is anything here that keeps nibbling and gnawing, and creeping and crawling, then just see and get hold of me and Mopsëman.—Good-bye, good-bye, a kind good-bye to you all.
[She goes out by the door on the right.
Eyolf.
[Softly and triumphantly, to Asta.] Only think, Auntie, now I have seen the Rat-Wife too!
[Rita goes out upon the verandah, and fans herself with her pocket-handkerchief. Shortly afterwards, Eyolf slips cautiously and unnoticed out to the right.
Allmers.
[Takes up the portfolio from the table by the sofa.] Is this your portfolio, Asta?
Asta.
Yes. I have some of the old letters in it.
Allmers.