Asta.
[Tenderly and sympathetically.] What if it were so, Rita? You ought not to be afraid of those eyes.
Rita.
How can you say so! Not afraid!
Allmers.
[Insistently.] Asta, I beg you—for Heaven’s sake—remain here with Rita!
Rita.
Yes! And with Alfred, too. Do! Do, Asta!
Asta.
[Struggling with herself.] Oh, I want to so much——