Allmers.
[Gently.] I will always go on caring for you—with calm, deep tenderness. [He tries to take her hands.]
Rita.
[Avoiding him.] I don’t care a bit for your calm, deep tenderness. I want you utterly and entirely—and alone! Just as I had you in the first rich, beautiful days. [Vehemently and harshly.] Never, never will I consent to be put off with scraps and leavings, Alfred!
Allmers.
[In a conciliatory tone.] I should have thought there was happiness in plenty for all three of us, Rita.
Rita.
[Scornfully.] Then you are easy to please. [Seats herself at the table on the left.] Now listen to me.
Allmers.
[Approaching.] Well, what is it?