Rita.
A whole fortnight before I expected him!
ASTA.
And is he quite well? Not in low spirits?
Rita.
[Closes the bag with a snap, and smiles at her.] He looked quite transfigured as he stood in the doorway.
ASTA.
And was he not the least bit tired either?
Rita.
Oh, yes, he seemed to be tired enough—very tired, in fact. But, poor fellow, he had come on foot the greater part of the way.
Asta.
And then perhaps the high mountain air may have been rather too keen for him.
Rita.
Oh, no; I don't think so at all. I haven't heard him cough once.
Asta.
Ah, there you see now! It was a good thing, after all, that the doctor talked him into taking this tour.
Rita.
Yes, now that it is safely over.—But I can tell you it has been a terrible time for me, Asta.
