Rita.
I will go and throw myself away——
Allmers.
Throw yourself away, do you say?
Rita.
Yes, that I will. I’ll throw myself straight into the arms of—of the first man that comes in my way!
Allmers.
[Looking tenderly at her and shaking his head.] That you will never do—my loyal, proud, true-hearted Rita!
Rita.
[Putting her arms round his neck.] Oh, you don’t know what I might come to be if you—if you did not love me any more.