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Allmers.

What then——?

Rita.

Then I will take my revenge on you, Alfred!

Allmers.

How "take your revenge"?

Rita.

I don't know how.—Oh yes, I do know, well enough!

Allmers.

Well?

Rita.

I will go and throw myself away——

Allmers.

Throw yourself away, do you say?

Rita.

Yes, that I will. I'll throw myself straight into the arms of—of the first man that comes in my way!

Allmers.

[Looking tenderly at her and shaking his head.] That you will never do—my loyal, proud, true-hearted Rita!

Rita.

[Putting her arms round his neck.] Oh, you don't know what I might come to be if you—if you did not love me any more.