RITA. Yes, and meanwhile you talked about Eyolf. Don't you remember? You wanted to know all about little Eyolf's digestion. ALLMERS. [Looking reproachfully at her.] Rita!-- RITA. And then you got into your bed, and slept the sleep of the just. ALLMERS. [Shaking his head.] Rita--Rita! RITA. [Lying at full length and looking up at him.] Alfred? ALLMERS. Yes? RITA. "There stood your champagne, but you tasted it not." ALLMERS. [Almost harshly.] No. I did not taste it. [He goes away from her and stands in the garden doorway. RITA lies for some time motionless, with closed eyes.] RITA. [Suddenly springing up.] But let me tell you one thing, Alfred. ALLMERS. [Turning in the doorway.] Well? RITA. You ought not to feel quite so secure as you do! ALLMERS. Not secure? RITA. No, you ought not to be so indifferent! Not certain of your property in me! ALLMERS. [Drawing nearer.] What do you mean by that? RITA. [With trembling lips.] Never in a single thought have I been untrue to you, Alfred! Never for an instant. ALLMERS. No, Rita, I know that--I, who know you so well. RITA. [With sparkling eyes.] But if you disdain me--! ALLMERS. Disdain! I don't understand what you mean! RITA. Oh, you don't know all that might rise up within me, if-- ALLMERS. If? RITA. If I should ever see that you did not care for me--that you did not love me as you used to.