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Allmers.
And you are going to start to-night?
Borgheim.
Yes. To-night I go away in good earnest.
Allmers.
[With a glance at Asta.] And you have made sure of pleasant company, I daresay.
Borgheim.
[Shaking his head.] I am going alone.
Allmers.
[With surprise.] Alone!
Borgheim.
Utterly alone.
Allmers.
[Absently.] Indeed?
Borgheim.
And I shall have to remain alone, too.
Allmers.
There is something horrible in being alone. The thought of it runs like ice through my blood
Asta.
Oh, but, Alfred, you are not alone.
