Dread.
Rita.
That I can understand. How was it, then, that I won you after all?
Allmers.
[In a low voice.] You were so entrancingly beautiful, Rita.
Rita.
[Looks searchingly at him.] Then that was the only reason? Say it, Alfred! The only reason?
Allmers.
[Conquering himself.] No, there was another as well.
Rita.