[She goes towards the right.
Allmers.
[Rising.] Yes, let them rest. [Wringing his hands.] But those who are gone—it is they that won’t let us rest, Asta. Neither day nor night.
Asta.
[Looks warmly at him.] Time will make it all seem easier, Alfred.
Allmers.
[Looking helplessly at her.] Yes, don’t you think it will?—But how I am to get over these terrible first days [Hoarsely.]—that is what I cannot imagine.
Asta.
[Imploringly, laying her hands on his shoulders.] Go up to Rita. Oh, please do——
Allmers.