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Allmers.
It would not exactly displease me. But it would certainly be a disquieting thought
Rita.
Disquieting?
Allmers.
Yes; you must remember that I am responsible for Asta—for her life's happiness.
Rita.
Oh, come—responsible! Surely Asta has come to years of discretion? I should say she was capable of choosing for herself.
Allmers.
Yes, we must hope so, Rita.
Rita.
For my part, I don't think at all ill of Borgheim.
Allmers.
No, dear—no more do I—quite the contrary. But all the same
Rita.
[Continuing.] And I should be very glad indeed if he and Asta were to make a match of it.
Allmers
[Annoyed.] Oh, why should you be?
