Yes?
Rita.
“There stood your champagne, but you tasted it not.”
Allmers.
[Almost harshly.] No. I did not taste it.
[He goes away from her and stands in the garden doorway. Rita lies for some time motionless, with closed eyes.
Rita.
[Suddenly springing up.] But let me tell you one thing, Alfred.
Allmers.
[Turning in the doorway.] Well?