[Vehemently.] Oh, phrases! Good God, we are creatures of earth after all.
Allmers.
But something akin to the sea and the heavens too, Rita.
Rita.
You perhaps. Not I.
Allmers.
Oh, yes—you too, more than you yourself suspect.
Rita.
[Advancing a pace towards him.] Tell me, Alfred—could you think of taking up your work again?
Allmers.