RITA. No, it is not—at any rate, not yet.
ALLMERS. Well, then what is it?
RITA. [Half-evasively.] You have so often talked to Asta of human responsibility—
ALLMERS. Of the book that you hated.
RITA. I hate that book still. But I used to sit and listen to what you told her. And now I will try to continue it—in my own way.
ALLMERS. [Shaking his head.] It is not for the sake of that unfinished book—
RITA. No, I have another reason as well.
ALLMERS. What is that?
RITA. [Softly, with a melancholy smile.] I want to make my peace with the great, open eyes, you see.
ALLMERS. [Struck, fixing his eyes upon her.] Perhaps, I could join you in that? And help you, Rita?