Not a line?
Rita.
Oho! I wondered when I found all the paper lying untouched in your bag.
Asta.
But, my dear Alfred, what have you been doing all this time?
Allmers.
[Smiling.] Only thinking and thinking and thinking.
Rita.
[Putting her arm round his neck.] And thinking a little, too, of those you had left at home?
Allmers.