[Softly, quivering.] Alfred! Alfred!
Borgheim.
[Looking from one to the other.] What is the meaning of this? I don’t understand——
[Rita comes up from the left at the back.
Rita.
[Plaintively.] Oh, don’t go away from me, all of you!
Asta.
[Going towards her.] You said you preferred to be alone.
Rita.
Yes, but I dare not. It is getting so horribly dark. I seem to see great, open eyes fixed upon me!