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But, my dear Rita

[Imploringly.] Miss Asta—remember it is to be a farewell walk—the last for many a day.

[Takes her hat and parasol.] Very well, suppose we take a stroll in the garden, then.

Oh, thank you, thank you!

And while you are there you can see what Eyolf is doing.

Ah, Eyolf, by the bye! Where is Eyolf to-*day? I've got something for him.

He is out playing somewhere.

Is he really! Then he has begun to play now? He used always to be sitting indoors over his books.

There is to be an end of that now. I am going to make a regular open-air boy of him.