days, I can tell you, I didn't need any Mopseman. Then I did the luring myself--I alone. EYOLF. And what did you lure then? THE RAT-WIFE. Men. One most of all. EYOLF. [With eagerness.] Oh, who was that one? Tell me! THE RAT-WIFE. [Laughing.] It was my own sweetheart, it was, little heart-breaker! EYOLF. And where is he now, then? THE RAT-WIFE. [Harshly.] Down where all the rats are. [Resuming her milder tone.] But now I must be off and get to business again. Always on the move. [To RITA.] So your ladyship has no sort of use for me to-day? I could finish it all off while I am about it. RITA. No, thank you; I don't think we require anything. THE RAT-WIFE. Well, well, your sweet ladyship, you can never tell. If your ladyship should find that there is anything lure that keeps nibbling and gnawing, and creeping and crawling, then just see and get hold of me and Mopseman.--Good-bye, good-bye, a kind good-bye to you all. [She goes out by the door on the right.] EYOLF. [Softly and triumphantly, to ASTA.] Only think, Auntie, now I have seen the Rat-Wife too! [RITA goes out upon the verandah, and fans herself with her pocket-handkerchief. Shortly afterwards, EYOLF slips cautiously and unnoticed out to the right.] ALLMERS. [Takes up the portfolio from the table by the sofa.] Is this your portfolio, Asta? ASTA. Yes. I have some of the old letters in it. ALLMERS. Ah, the family letters-- ASTA. You know you asked me to arrange them for you while you were away. ALLMERS. [Pats her on the head.] And you have actually found time to do that, dear? ASTA. Oh, yes. I have done it partly out here and partly at my own rooms in town. ALLMERS. Thanks, dear. Did you find anything particular in them?