RITA. Only to keep you here with me—to have you near me.
ALLMERS. Oh, it is so little I can do to help you, Rita.
RITA. But perhaps I could help you.
ALLMERS. With my book, do you mean?
RITA. No; but to live your life.
ALLMERS. [Shaking his head.] I seem to have no life to live.
RITA. Well then, to endure your life.
ALLMERS. [Darkly, looking away from her.] I think it would be best for both of us that we should part.
RITA. [Looking curiously at him.] Then where would you go? Perhaps to Asta, after all?
ALLMERS. No—never again to Asta.