RITA. Well, then, do it! For Alfred and I cannot go alone through the
sorrow and heartache.
ALLMERS. [Darkly.] Say, rather--through the ranklings of remorse.
RITA. Oh, whatever you like to call it--we cannot bear it alone, we two.
Oh, Asta, I beg and implore you! Stay here and help us! Take Eyolf's
place for us--