Rita.
[Smiling to her.] And I daresay you met one or other of your friends on board? Quite by chance, of course.
Asta.
[Quietly.] No, I did not meet a soul I knew. [Sees the bag.] Why, Rita, what have you got there?
Rita.
[Still unpacking.] Alfred’s travelling-bag. Don’t you recognise it?
Asta.
[Joyfully, approaching her.] What! Has Alfred come home?
Rita.
Yes, only think—he came quite unexpectedly by the late train last night.