Asta.
[Sighing.] Poor Rita! And poor Alfred!
Borgheim.
[Busied with the flag.] Have you the heart to leave them? I ask, because I see you are in travelling-dress.
Asta.
[In a low voice.] I must go.
Borgheim.
Well, if you must, then——
Asta.
And you are going, too, to-night?