THEKLA [_as though speaking to a child_]. Good Lord! he wants to speak seriously. Upon my word! Has the man become serious for once in his life? [_Comes on his left, takes hold of his head and kisses him._] Won't he laugh now a little? [_Adolf laughs._] THEKLA. There, there! ADOLF [_laughs involuntarily_]. You damned witch, you! I really believe you can bewitch people. THEKLA [_comes in front of the sofa_]. He can see for himself, and that's why he mustn't worry me, otherwise I shall certainly bewitch him. ADOLF [_springs up_]. Thekla! Sit for me a minute in profile, and I'll do the face for your figure. THEKLA. With pleasure. [_She turns her profile toward him._] ADOLF [_sits down, fixes her with his eyes and acts as though he were modeling_]. Now, don't think of me, think of somebody else. THEKLA. I'll think of my last conquest. ADOLF. The pure youth? THEKLA. Quite right. He had the duckiest, sweetest little mustache, and cheeks like cherries, so delicate and soft, one could have bitten right into them. ADOLF [_depressed_]. Just keep that twist in your mouth. THEKLA. What twist? ADOLF. That cynical insolent twist which I've never seen before. THEKLA [_makes a grimace_]. Like that? ADOLF. Quite. [_He gets up._] Do you know how Bret Harte describes the adulteress? THEKLA [_laughs_]. No, I've never read that Bret What-do-you-call-him. ADOLF. Oh! she's a pale woman who never blushes. THEKLA. Never? Oh yes, she does; oh yes, she does. Perhaps when she meets her lover, even though her husband and Mr. Bret didn't manage to see anything of it. ADOLF. Are you so certain about it? THEKLA [_as before_]. Absolutely. If the man isn't able to drive her very blood to her head, how can he possibly enjoy the pretty spectacle? [_She passes by him toward the right._] ADOLF [_raving_]. Thekla! Thekla! THEKLA. Little fool! ADOLF [_sternly_]. Thekla! THEKLA. Let him call me his own dear little sweetheart, and I'll get red all over before him, shall I? ADOLF [_disarmed_]. I'm so angry with you, you monster, that I should like to bite you. THEKLA [_playing with him_]. Well, come and bite me; come. [_She holds out her arms towards him._] ADOLF [_takes her by the neck and kisses her_]. Yes, my dear, I'll bite you so that you die. THEKLA [_joking_]. Look out, somebody might come. [_She goes to the fireplace on the right and leans on the chimneypiece._] ADOLF. Oh, what do I care if they do. I don't care about anything in the whole world so long as I have you. THEKLA. And if you don't have me any more? ADOLF [_sinks down on the chair on the left in front of the circular table_]. Then I die! THEKLA. All right, you needn't be frightened of that the least bit; I'm already much too old, you see, for anybody to like me. ADOLF. You haven't forgotten those words of mine?--I take them back. THEKLA. Can you explain to me why it is that you're so jealous, and at the same time so sure of yourself?