Asta.
Oh, then that was what my feeling meant! It was that that drew me out here! And he hadn’t written a line to let you know? Not even a post-card?
Rita.
Not a single word.
Asta.
Did he not even telegraph?
Rita.
Yes, an hour before he arrived—quite curtly and coldly. [Laughs.] Don’t you think that was like him, Asta?
Asta.
Yes; he goes so quietly about everything.