From home? When you know you are never really well anywhere but here.
Rita.
Well, then, let us have crowds of people about us! Keep open house! Plunge into something that can deaden and dull our thoughts.
Allmers.
Such a life would be impossible for me.—No,—rather than that, I would try to take up my work again.
Rita.
[Bitingly.] Your work—the work that has always stood like a dead wall between us!
Allmers.
[Slowly, looking fixedly at her.] There must always be a dead wall between us two, from this time forth.
Rita.