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 sharing all their joys. [Shaking his head.] What I cannot understand is that your brother could ever give you up, Asta.

[With suppressed emotion.] Alfred married, you know.

Was not that very hard for you?

Yes, at first. It seemed as though I had utterly lost him all at once.

Well, luckily it was not so bad as that.

No.

But, all the same—how could he! Go and marry, I mean—when he could have kept you with him, alone!

[Looking straight in front of her.] He was subject to the law of change, I suppose.

The law of change?

So Alfred calls it.