ALLMERS. [Shaking his head.] No adventure in the world—outwardly at least. But—
RITA. [Eagerly.] But—?
ALLMERS. It is true that within me there has been something of a revolution.
RITA. Oh Heavens—!
ALLMERS. [Soothingly, patting her hand.] Only for the better, my dear Rita. You may be perfectly certain of that.
RITA. [Seats herself on the sofa.] You must tell us all about it, at once—tell us everything!
ALLMERS. [Turning to ASTA.] Yes, let us sit down, too, Asta. Then I will try to tell you as well as I can.
[He seats himself on the sofa at RITA's side. ASTA moves a chair forward, and places herself near him.]
RITA. [Looking at him expectantly.] Well—?
ALLMERS. [Gazing straight before him.] When I look back over my life—and my fortunes—for the last ten or eleven years, it seems to me almost like a fairy-tale or a dream. Don't you think so too, Asta?