Borgheim.
No, not that alone. I am thinking of all the bright and hopeful prospects that are opening out before me.
Rita.
Aha, then perhaps you have something still more exquisite in reserve!
Borgheim.
[Glancing towards Asta.] Who knows! When once happiness comes to us, it is apt to come like a spring flood. [Turns to Asta.] Miss Allmers, would you not like to take a little walk with me? As we used to?
Asta.
[Quickly.] No—no, thank you. Not now. Not to-day.
Borgheim.
Oh, do come! Only a little bit of a walk! I have so much I want to talk to you about before I go.
Rita.
Something else, perhaps, that you must not talk openly about as yet?
Borgheim.
H'm, that depends
Rita.
But there is nothing to prevent your whispering, you know. [Half aside.] Asta, you must really go with him.
