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ASTA.

[Joyfully, approaching her.] What! Has Alfred come home?

Rita.

Yes, only think—he came quite unexpectedly by the late train last night.

Asta.

Oh, then that was what my feeling meant! It was that that drew me out here! And he hadn't written a line to let you know? Not even a post-card?

Rita.

Not a single word.

ASTA.

Did he not even telegraph?

Rita.

Yes, an hour before he arrived—quite curtly and coldly. [Laughs.] Don't you think that was like him, Asta?

Asta.

Yes; he goes so quietly about everything.

Rita.

But that made it all the more delightful to have him again.

Asta.

Yes, I am sure it would.