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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.
Asta.
[With suppressed emotion.] Alfred married, you know.
Borgheim.
Was not that very hard for you?
Asta.
Yes, at first. It seemed as though I had utterly lost him all at once.
Borgheim.
Well, luckily it was not so bad as that.
Asta.
No.
Borgheim.
But, all the same—how could he! Go and marry, I mean—when he could have kept you with him, alone!
Asta.
[Looking straight in front of her.] He was subject to the law of change, I suppose.
Borgheim.
The law of change?
Asta.
So Alfred calls it.
