Allmers.
[Softly and eagerly.] What is this, Asta? It seems as though you were taking flight.
Asta.
[In subdued anguish.] Yes, Alfred—I am taking flight.
Allmers.
Flight—from me!
Asta.
[Whispering.] From you—and from myself.
Allmers.
[Shrinking back.] Ah——!