Friedrich (starts nervously; after a pause): Erna! Is that your last word?
Rita: Yes.
Friedrich: Consider well what you say!
Rita: I know what I am about.
Friedrich: Erna! You want—to remain what you are?
Rita: Yes. That's just what I want.
Friedrich (remains for some time struggling, then grasps his hat): Then—adieu! (He hurries toward the left into the bedroom.)
Rita (calls smiling): Halt! Not there.
Friedrich (returns, confused): Pardon me, I——