ALLMERS. [Almost harshly.] No. I did not taste it.
[He goes away from her and stands in the garden doorway. RITA lies for
some time motionless, with closed eyes.]
RITA. [Suddenly springing up.] But let me tell you one thing, Alfred.
ALLMERS. [Turning in the doorway.] Well?
RITA. You ought not to feel quite so secure as you do!
ALLMERS. Not secure?
RITA. No, you ought not to be so indifferent! Not certain of your
property in me!
ALLMERS. [Drawing nearer.] What do you mean by that?
RITA. [With trembling lips.] Never in a single thought have I been
untrue to you, Alfred! Never for an instant.
ALLMERS. No, Rita, I know that--I, who know you so well.
RITA. [With sparkling eyes.] But if you disdain me--!
ALLMERS. Disdain! I don't understand what you mean!