[Laying her hand upon his arm.] But, Alfred—that book is to be your life-work.
Rita.
Yes, you have said so often enough.
Allmers.
I thought so. Ever since I grew up, I have thought so. [With an affectionate expression in his eyes.] And it was you that enabled me to devote myself to it, my dear Rita——
Rita.
Oh, nonsense!
Allmers.
[Smiling to her.]—you, with your gold, and your green forests——
Rita.