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Borgheim.
I see you hold your husband well in hand, Mrs. Allmers.
Rita.
I hold to my rights. And besides, everything must have an end.
Borgheim.
Oh, not everything—I hope. Good morning, Miss Allmers!
Asta.
[Holding aloof from him.] Good morning.
Rita.
[Looking at Borgheim.] Not everything, you say?
Borgheim.
Oh, I am firmly convinced that there are some things in the world that will never come to an end.
Rita.
I suppose you are thinking of love—and that sort of thing.
Borgheim.
[Warmly.] I am thinking of all that is lovely!
Rita.
And that never comes to an end. Yes, let us think of that, hope for that, all of us.
Allmers.
[Coming up to them.] I suppose you will soon have finished your road-work out here?
