[Disappointed, drops his hand.] Ah—of Eyolf!
Allmers.
Poor little Eyolf has taken deeper and deeper hold of me. After that unlucky fall from the table—and especially since we have been assured that the injury is incurable——
Rita.
[Insistently.] But you take all the care you possibly can of him, Alfred!
Allmers.
As a schoolmaster, yes; but not as a father. And it is a father that I want henceforth to be to Eyolf.
Rita.
[Looking at him and shaking her head.] I don’t think I quite understand you.
Allmers.