Allmers.
Hated me——!
Rita.
Yes—when you shut yourself up in your room and brooded over your work—till long, long into the night. [Plaintively.] So long, so late, Alfred. Oh, how I hated your work!
Allmers.
But now I have done with that.
Rita.
[With a cutting laugh.] Oh yes! Now you have given yourself up to something worse.
Allmers.
[Shocked.] Worse! Do you call our child something worse?