Asta.
[Earnestly.] No, no; he does not! That is quite a mistake!
Allmers.
Good. Then I will come to you—my dear, dear sister. I must come to you again—home to you, to be purified and ennobled after my life with——
Asta.
[Shocked.] Alfred,—you are doing Rita a great wrong!
Allmers.
I have done her a great wrong. But not in this. Oh, think of it, Asta—think of our life together, yours and mine. Was it not like one long holy-day from first to last?
Asta.
Yes, it was, Alfred. But we can never live it over again.