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Yes, Alfred—little Eyolf was behind it all.

No, he was not. He slipped out of my memory—out of my thoughts. I did not see him for a moment as we sat here talking. I utterly forgot him all that time.

But surely you must take some rest in your sorrow.

No, no, no; that is just what I will not do! I must not—I have no right—and no heart for it, either. [''Going in great excitement towards the right.''] All my thoughts must be out there, where he lies drifting in the depths!

[Following him and holding him back.] Alfred—Alfred! Don't go to the fiord.

I must go out to him! Let me go, Asta! I will take the boat.

[In terror.] Don't go to the fiord, I say!

[Yielding.] No, no—I will not. Only let me alone.