worships' house of them.

RITA. Yes, yes; we understand. But we have nothing of the sort
here.

THE RAT-WIFE. That's very unlucky, that is; for I just happened to
be on my rounds now, and goodness knows when I may be in these
parts again.--Oh, how tired I am!

ALLMERS. [Pointing to a chair.] Yes, you look tired.

THE RAT-WIFE. I know one ought never to get tired of doing good to
the poor little things that are hated and persecuted so cruelly.
But it takes your strength out of you, it does.

RITA. Won't you sit down and rest a little?

THE RAT-WIFE. I thank your ladyship with all my heart. [Seats
herself on a chair between the door and the sofa.] I have been out
all night at my work.

ALLMERS. Have you indeed?

THE RAT-WIFE. Yes, over on the islands. [With a chuckling laugh.]
The people sent for me, I can assure you. They didn't like it a
bit; but there was nothing else to be done. They had to put a good
face on it, and bite the sour apple. [Looks at EYOLF, and nods.]
The sour apple, little master, the sour apple.

EYOLF. [Involuntarily, a little timidly.] Why did they have to--?