But there is nothing to prevent your whispering, you know. [Half aside.] Asta, you must really go with him.
Asta.
But, my dear Rita——
Borgheim.
[Imploringly.] Miss Asta—remember it is to be a farewell walk—the last for many a day.
Asta.
[Takes her hat and parasol.] Very well, suppose we take a stroll in the garden, then.
Borgheim.
Oh, thank you, thank you!
Allmers.