[Without answering, turns to Borgheim.] You may find it a good thing, after all, that you have to take your journey alone.
Borgheim.
[Annoyed.] Oh, how can you say such a thing?
Allmers.
You see, you can never tell whom you might happen to meet afterwards—on the way.
Asta.
[Involuntarily.] Alfred!
Allmers.
The right fellow-traveller—when it is too late—too late.
Asta.