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 And it is a father that I want henceforth to be to Eyolf.

[Looking at him and shaking her head.] I don't think I quite understand you.

I mean that I will try with all my might to make his misfortune as painless and easy to him as it can possibly be.

Oh, but, dear—thank Heaven, I don't think he feels it so deeply.

[With emotion.] Yes, Rita, he does.

Yes, you may be sure he feels it deeply.

[Impatiently.] But, Alfred, what more can you do for him?

I will try to perfect all the rich possibilities that are dawning in his childish soul. I will foster all the noble germs in his nature—make them blossom and bear fruit. [''With more and more warmth, rising.''] And I will do more than that! I will help him to bring his desires into harmony with what lies attainable before him. That is just what at present they are not.