Oh, you are so silent about everything. You ought not to be.
Allmers.
Sit down there—and I will tell you about it.
Rita.
Yes, yes—tell me!
[She sits on the bench beside the summer-house.
Allmers.
I was alone up there, in the heart of the great mountains. I came to a wide, dreary mountain lake; and that lake I had to cross. But I could not—for there was neither a boat nor any one there.
Rita.
Well? And then?