Allmers.
With my fellow-traveller, do you mean?
Rita.
No, I mean worse than that. Of your own free will you will leave me—for you think it’s only here, with me, that you have nothing to live for. Is not that what is in your thoughts?
Allmers.
[Looking steadfastly at her.] What if it were——?
[A disturbance, and the noise of angry, quarrelling voices is heard from down below, in the distance. Allmers goes to the railing.
Rita.
What is that? [With an outburst.] Oh, you’ll see, they have found him!
Allmers.