RITA. Where then?
ALLMERS. Up into the solitudes.
RITA. Up among the mountains? Is that what you mean?
ALLMERS. Yes.
RITA. But all that is mere dreaming, Alfred! You could not live up there.
ALLMERS. And yet I feel myself drawn to them.
RITA. Why? Tell me!
ALLMERS. Sit down—and I will tell you something.
RITA. Something that happened to you up there?
ALLMERS. Yes.