[Takes off
one of her ear-rings.]
GUSTAV. Oh, that's all right, but what does your husband say of
it?
TEKLA. Why should I mind what he says?
GUSTAV. Don't you mind that?--But you may be doing him an injury.
It is likely to make him ridiculous.
TEKLA. [Brusquely, as if speaking to herself almost] He was that
before!
GUSTAV. [Rises when he notes her difficulty in putting back the
ear-ring] May I help you, perhaps?
TEKLA. Oh--thank you!
GUSTAV. [Pinching her ear] That tiny ear!--Think only if your
husband could see us now!
TEKLA. Wouldn't he howl, though!
GUSTAV. Is he jealous also?
TEKLA. Is he? I should say so!
[A noise is heard from the room on the right.]
GUSTAV. Who lives in that room?
TEKLA. I don't know.--But tell me how you are getting along and
what you are doing?
GUSTAV. Tell me rather how you are getting along?
(TEKLA is visibly confused, and without realising what she is
doing, she takes the cover off the wax figure.)
GUSTAV. Hello! What's that?--Well!--It must be you!
TEKLA. I don't believe so.
GUSTAV. But it is very like you.
TEKLA. [Cynically] Do you think so?
GUSTAV.
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