[Softly, with a melancholy smile.] I want to make my peace with the great, open eyes, you see.
Allmers.
[Struck, fixing his eyes upon her.] Perhaps, I could join you in that? And help you, Rita?
Rita.
Would you?
Allmers.
Yes—if I were only sure I could.
Rita.
[Hesitatingly.] But then you would have to remain here.
Allmers.