ASTA. And you are going, too, to-night? BORGHEIM. I must, too. I am going by the train. Are you going that way? ASTA. No. I shall take the steamer. BORGHEIM. [Glancing at her.] We each take our own way, then? ASTA. Yes. [She sits and looks on while he hoists the flag half-mast high. When he has done he goes up to her.] BORGHEIM. Miss Asta--you can't think how grieved I am about little Eyolf. ASTA. [Looks up at him.] Yes, I am sure you feel it deeply. BORGHEIM. And the feeling tortures me. For the fact is, grief is not much in my way. ASTA. [Raising her eyes to the flag.] It will pass over in time-- all of it. All our sorrow. BORGHEIM. All? Do you believe that? ASTA. Like a squall at sea. When once you have got far away from here, then-- BORGHEIM. It will have to be very far away indeed. ASTA. And then you have this great new road-work, too. BORGHEIM. But no one to help me in it. ASTA. Oh yes, surely you have. BORGHEIM. [Shaking his head.] No one. No one to share the gladness with. For it is gladness that most needs sharing. ASTA. Not the labour and trouble? BORGHEIM. Pooh--that sort of thing one can always get through alone. ASTA. But the gladness--that must be shared with some one, you think? BORGHEIM. Yes; for if not, where would be the pleasure in being glad?