Asta.
[Looks imploringly up at him.] Oh, Alfred, don’t say such things!
Allmers.
Why, you can reckon it out for yourself—you that are so clever. In eight-and-twenty hours—nine-and-twenty hours——Let me see——! Let me see——!
Asta.
[Shrieking and stopping her ears.] Alfred!
Allmers.
[Clenching his hand firmly upon the table.] Can you conceive the meaning of a thing like this?
Asta.
[Looks at him.] Of what?