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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
