ASTA.—not our relation?
ALLMERS. [Stares at her in astonishment.] Not ours? Why, what can you mean by that?
ASTA. It is best I should tell you at once, Alfred.
ALLMERS. Yes, yes; tell me!
ASTA. The letters to mother—. Those in my portfolio—
ALLMERS. Well?
ASTA. You must read them—when I am gone.
ALLMERS. Why must I?
ASTA. [Struggling with herself.] For then you will see that—
ALLMERS. Well?