Rita.
I was so sorry for him—because you troubled yourself so little about him. You kept him reading and grinding at books. You scarcely even saw him.
Allmers.
[Nodding slowly.] No; I was blind. The time had not yet come for me——
Rita.
[Looking in his face.] But now, I suppose, it has come?
Allmers.
Yes, at last. Now I see that the highest task I can have in the world is to be a true father to Eyolf.
Rita.
And to me?—what will you be to me?