Asta.
Then I must go on board. Will you go with me?
Borgheim.
[With a suppressed outburst of joy.] Will I? Yes, yes!
Asta.
Then come!
Rita.
[Slowly.] Ah! That is how it is. Well, then, you cannot stay with us.
Asta.
[Throwing her arms round her neck.] Thanks for everything, Rita! [Goes up to Allmers and grasps his hand.] Alfred—good-bye! A thousand times, good-bye!