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Allmers.

[Nods slowly without answering.]

Asta.

[Closing her umbrella.] I have been searching for you such a long time.

Allmers.

[Without expression.] Thank you.

Asta.

[Moves a chair and seats herself close to him.] Have you been sitting here long? All the time?

Allmers.

[Does not answer at first. Presently he says.] No, I cannot grasp it. It seems so utterly impossible.

Asta.

[Laying her hand compassionately on his arm.] Poor Alfred!

Allmers.

[Gazing at her.] Is it really true then, Asta? Or have I gone mad? Or am I only dreaming? Oh, if it were only a dream! Just think, if I were to waken now!

Asta.

Oh, if I could only waken you!

Allmers.

[Looking out over the water.] How pitiless the fiord looks to-day, lying so heavy and drowsy