Have you?
Asta.
Yes, all the time that my brother—that Alfred and I lived together.
Borgheim.
Oh, with your brother, yes. But that is altogether different. That ought rather to be called peace than happiness, I should say.
Asta.
It was delightful, all the same.
Borgheim.
There now—you see even that seemed to you delightful. But just think now—if he had not been your brother!
Asta.