[With an outburst.] I can guess what that was! It was “my gold, and my green forests,” as you call it. Was it not so, Alfred?
Allmers.
Yes.
Rita.
[Looks at him with deep reproach.] How could you—how could you!
Allmers.
I had Asta to think of.
Rita.
[Angrily.] Yes, Asta! [Bitterly.] Then it was really Asta that brought us two together?
Allmers.