[Moaning softly.] I could not—I feel it. No, no, I never could! Not for all the glory of heaven!

Allmers.

Nor I.

Rita.

No, you feel it so, too, don’t you, Alfred! You could not either, could you?

Allmers.

No. For it is here, in the life of earth, that we living beings are at home.

Rita.

Yes, here lies the kind of happiness that we can understand.

Allmers.