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!