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Then I must go on board. Will you go with me?

[With a suppressed outburst of joy.] Will I? Yes, yes!

Then come!

[Slowly.] Ah! That is how it is. Well, then, you cannot stay with us.

[Throwing her arms round her neck.] Thanks for everything, Rita! [Goes up to and grasps his hand.] Alfred—good-bye! A thousand times, good-bye!

[Softly and eagerly.] What is this, Asta? It seems as though you were taking flight.

[In subdued anguish.] Yes, Alfred—I am taking flight.

Flight—from me!

[Whispering.] From you—and from myself.