Yes, you may be sure of that. I have thought a great deal of you—every single day.
Rita.
[Taking her arm away.] Ah, that is all I care about.
Asta.
But you haven’t even touched the book! And yet you can look so happy and contented! That is not what you generally do—I mean when your work is going badly.
Allmers.
You are right there. You see, I have been such a fool hitherto. All the best that is in you goes into thinking. What you put on paper is worth very little.
Asta.
[Exclaiming.] Worth very little!
Rita.