ALLMERS. Well, then we two will live our old life over again. ASTA. [With decision.] We cannot, Alfred. ALLMERS. Yes, we can. For the love of a brother and sister-- ASTA. [Eagerly.] What of it? ALLMERS. That is the only relation in life that is not subject to the law of change. ASTA. [Softly and tremblingly.] But if that relation were not-- ALLMERS. Not--? ASTA. --not our relation? ALLMERS. [Stares at her in astonishment.] Not ours? Why, what can you mean by that? ASTA. It is best I should tell you at once, Alfred. ALLMERS. Yes, yes; tell me! ASTA. The letters to mother--. Those in my portfolio-- ALLMERS. Well? ASTA. You must read them--when I am gone. ALLMERS. Why must I? ASTA. [Struggling with herself.] For then you will see that-- ALLMERS. Well? ASTA. --that I have no right to bear your father's name. ALLMERS. [Staggering backwards.] Asta! What is this you say! ASTA. Read the letters. Then you will see--and understand. And perhaps have some forgiveness--for mother, too. ALLMERS. [Clutching at his forehead.] I cannot grasp this--I cannot realise the thought. You, Asta--you are not-- ASTA. You are not my brother, Alfred. ALLMERS. [Quickly, half defiantly, looking at her.] Well, but what difference does that really make in our relation? Practically none at all.