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No, he wasn't in the garden.—

[With upstretched arms.] Oh, if only it isn't he! [Listens, and calls down.] Whose child is it, do you say? [Indistinct voices are heard. and  utter a suppressed cry, and rush out through the garden.

[In an agony of dread.] It isn't Eyolf! It isn't Eyolf, Rita! [On the verandah, listening.] Hush! Be quiet! Let me hear what they are saying! [ rushes back with a piercing shriek, into the room.

[Following her.] What did they say?

[''Sinking down beside the armchair on the left.''] They said: "The crutch is floating!"

[Almost paralysed.] No! No! No!