[Asta takes sewing-materials and a little paper parcel out of her pocket. Allmers sits looking on absently.
Allmers.
What have you got there, Asta?
Asta.
[Taking his hat.] Some black crape.
Allmers.
Oh, what is the use of that?
Asta.
Rita asked me to put it on. May I?
Allmers.