[Looking at Borgheim.] Not everything, you say?
Borgheim.
Oh, I am firmly convinced that there are some things in the world that will never come to an end.
Rita.
I suppose you are thinking of love—and that sort of thing.
Borgheim.
[Warmly.] I am thinking of all that is lovely!
Rita.
And that never comes to an end. Yes, let us think of that, hope for that, all of us.
Allmers.