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Oh, Alfred, I hope you have never told Rita this?

Yes, I believe I did once tell her.

Oh, Alfred, how could you do that?

Well, you see—one tells one's wife everything—very nearly.

Yes, I suppose one does.

[''As if awakening, clutches at his forehead and starts up.''] Oh, how can I sit here and

[Rising, looks sorrowfully at him.] What is the matter?

He had almost passed away from me. He had passed quite away.

Eyolf!

Here I sat, living in these recollections—and he had no part in them.