Allmers.
[Wringing his hands.] And now it is too late! Too late!
Rita.
And no consolation anywhere—in anything.
Allmers.
[With sudden passion.] You are the guilty one in this!
Rita.
[Rising.] I!
Allmers.
Yes, you! It was your fault that he became—what he was! It was your fault that he could not save himself when he fell into the water.