Mathilde. One of those poor-spirited creatures that can be content with the aftermath of love. Laura (after a pause, during which she has been looking fixedly at MATHILDE). Could you be that? Mathilde. No!--I must be first or nothing! Laura. But about her? Mathilde. The wife? Laura. Yes. What happens to her? Mathilde. Directly she realises that love for another has taken possession of her husband, she turns towards him with all her heart; but it is too late then. (LAURA sits absorbed for a few moments; then gets up hurriedly and goes to a little work-table that is standing at the end of the couch on the left, opens it, looks for something in it, stops to think, then looks in it again.) What are you looking for? Laura. A photograph. Mathilde. Axel's? Laura. No--but what has become of it? Mathilde. Don't you remember that one day you took it up and said you would not have it? So I hid it. Laura. You? Mathilde. Yes--till you should ask about it. (Gets up, opens her work-table that stands by the right-hand couch.) Here it is. (Gives it to her.) Laura. So you have got it! (Lays it in her table drawer without looking at it, shuts the drawer, goes a few paces away, then comes back, turns the key in the drawer and takes it out.) Has Axel read the new book? Mathilde. I don't know. Shall I give it to him? Laura. Just as you like. Perhaps you would like to read it aloud to him. (A Maid comes in with a letter; LAURA takes it, and the Maid goes out again.) From my parents! (Kisses the letter with emotion.) The only ones who love me! (Goes out hurriedly. At the same moment AXEL comes in from the outer door.) Axel. She always goes when I come in! Mathilde (getting up). This time it was an accident, though. (Looks at him.) How pale you are! Axel (seriously). I am rather worried.--Have you read the new novel? Mathilde (putting the book in her pocket). What novel? Axel. "The Newly-Married Couple"--quite a small book. Mathilde. Oh, that one--I have just been reading it. Axel (eagerly). And Laura too? Has Laura read it? Mathilde. She thinks it is a poor story. Axel. It isn't that, but it is an extraordinary one. It quite startles me--it is like coming into one's own room and seeing one's self sitting there. It has caught hold of unformed thoughts that lie hidden deep in my soul. Mathilde. Every good book does that. Axel. Everything will happen to me just as it does in that book; the premises are all here, only I had not recognised them. Mathilde. I have heard of very young doctors feeling the symptoms of all the diseases they read about. Axel. Oh, but this is more than mere imagination. My temptations come bodily before me. My thoughts are the result of what happens, just as naturally as smoke is the result of fire--and these thoughts (lancing at MATHILDE) lead me far. Mathilde. As far as I can see, the book only teaches consideration for a woman, especially if she is young.