Allmers.
Your sweet masses of hair——
Rita.
—so that it flowed down my neck and shoulders——
Allmers.
I saw it, I saw it. Oh, how lovely you were, Rita!
Rita.
There were rose-tinted shades over both the lamps. And we were alone, we two—the only waking beings in the whole house. And there was champagne on the table.
Allmers.
I did not drink any of it.