[Approaching.] Oh yes, but it was, though. His furlough had run out.
Borgheim.
I see you hold your husband well in hand, Mrs. Allmers.
Rita.
I hold to my rights. And besides, everything must have an end.
Borgheim.
Oh, not everything—I hope. Good morning, Miss Allmers!
Asta.
[Holding aloof from him.] Good morning.
Rita.