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[Drawing her hand away.] Ah—with both of us! So, after all, you can divide yourself. Why, my dearest Rita! [ ''moves away from him and stands in the garden doorway. A light and rapid knock is heard at the door on the right. Engineer enters quickly. He is a young man of a little over thirty. His expression is bright and cheerful, and he holds himself erect.''

Good morning, Mrs. Allmers. [''Stops with an expression of pleasure on seeing'' ] Why, what's this? Home again already, Mr. Allmers?

[Shaking hands with him.] Yes, I arrived last night.

[Gaily.] His leave was up, Mr. Borgheim.

No, you know it wasn't, Rita

[Approaching.] Oh yes, but it was, though. His furlough had run out.