ADOLF [_after a pause_]. Good. Since I"ve been condemned to death once--so be it--sooner or later it"s all the same what"s to happen.
GUSTAV. One question first. Hasn"t your wife got just one weak point?
ADOLF. Not that I know of. [_Adolf goes to the open door in the center_]. Yes. You can hear the steamer in the Sound now--she"ll be here soon. And I must go down to meet her.
GUSTAV [_holding him back_]. No, stay here. Be rude to her. If she"s got a good conscience she"ll let you have it so hot and strong that you won"t know where you are. But if she feels guilty she"ll come and caress you.
ADOLF. Are you so sure of it?
GUSTAV. Not absolutely. At times a hare goes back in the tracks, but I"m not going to let this one escape me. My room is just here. [_Points to the door on the right and goes behind Adolf"s chair._] I"ll keep this position, and be on the look-out, while you play your game here, and when you"ve played it to the end we"ll exchange parts. I"ll go in the cage and leave myself to the tender mercies of the snake, and you can stand at the keyhole. Afterwards we"ll meet in the park and compare notes. But pull yourself together, old man, and if you show weakness I"ll knock on the floor twice with a chair.
ADOLF [_getting up_]. Right. But don"t go away: I must know that you"re in the next room.
GUSTAV. You can trust me for that. But be careful you aren"t afraid when you see later on how I can dissect a human soul and lay the entrails here on the table. It may seem a bit uncanny to beginners, but if you"ve seen it done once you don"t regret it. One thing more, don"t say a word that you"ve met me, or that you have made any acquaintance during her absence--not a word. I"ll ferret out her weak point myself. Hush! She"s already up there in her room. She"s whistling--then she"s in a temper.
Now stick to it. [_He points to the left._] And sit here on this chair, then she"ll have to sit there [_He points to the sofa on the left._], and I can keep you both in view at the same time.
ADOLF. We"ve still got an hour before dinner. There are no new visitors, for there has been no bell to announce them. We"ll be alone together--more"s the pity!
GUSTAV. You seem pretty limp. Are you unwell?
ADOLF. I"m all right; unless, you know, I"m frightened of what"s going to happen. But I can"t help its happening. The stone rolls, but it was not the last drop of water that made it roll, nor yet the first--everything taken together brought it about.
GUSTAV. Let it roll, then; it won"t have any peace until it does.
Good-by, for the time being.
[_Exit on the right. Adolf nods to him, stands up for a short time, looking at the photograph, tears it to pieces, and throws the fragments behind the circular table on the right; he then sits down in his previous place, nervously arranges his tie, runs his fingers through his hair, fumbles with the lapels of his coat, etc. Thekla enters on the left._]
SCENE II.
THEKLA [_frank, cheerful and engaging, goes straight up to her husband and kisses him_]. Good-day, little brother; how have you been getting on?
[_She stands on his left._]
ADOLF [_half overcome but jocularly resisting_]. What mischief have you been up to, for you to kiss me?
THEKLA. Yes, let me just confess. Something very naughty--I"ve spent an awful lot of money.
ADOLF. Did you have a good time, then?
THEKLA. Excellent. [_She goes to his right._] But not at the Congress.
It was as dull as ditch-water, don"t you know. But how has little brother been pa.s.sing the time, when his little dove had flown away?
[_She looks around the room, as though looking for somebody or scenting something, and thus comes behind the sofa on the left._]
ADOLF. Oh, the time seemed awfully long.
THEKLA. n.o.body to visit you?
ADOLF. Not a soul.
THEKLA [_looks him up and down and sits down on the sofa_]. Who sat here?
ADOLF. Here? No one.
THEKLA. Strange! The sofa is as warm as anything, and there"s the mark of an elbow in the cushion. Have you had a lady visitor?
[_She stands up._]
ADOLF. Me? You"re not serious?
THEKLA [_turns away from the square table and comes to Adolf"s right_].
How he blushes! So the little brother wants to mystify me a bit, does he? Well, let him come here and confess what he"s got on his conscience to his little wife.
[_She draws him to her. Adolf lets his head sink on her breast; laughing._]
ADOLF. You"re a regular devil, do you know that?
THEKLA. No, I know myself so little.
ADOLF. Do you never think about yourself?
THEKLA [_looking in the air, while she looks at him searchingly_]. About myself? I only think about myself. I am a shocking egoist, but how philosophical you"ve become, my dear.
ADOLF. Put your hand on my forehead.
THEKLA [_playfully_]. Has he got bees in his bonnet again? Shall I drive them away? [_She kisses him on the forehead._] There, it"s all right now? [_Pause, moving away from him to the right._] Now let me hear what he"s been doing to amuse himself. Painted anything pretty?
ADOLF. No; I"ve given up painting!
THEKLA. What, you"ve given up painting!
ADOLF. Yes, but don"t scold me about it. How could I help it if I wasn"t able to paint any more?
THEKLA. What are you going to take up then?
ADOLF. I"m going to be a sculptor. [_Thekla pa.s.ses over in front of the square table and in front of the sofa._] Yes, but don"t blame me--just look at this figure.
THEKLA [_unwraps the figure on the table_]. Hallo, I say. Who"s this meant to be?
ADOLF. Guess!
THEKLA [_tenderly_]. Is it meant to be his little wife? And he isn"t ashamed of it, is he?
ADOLF. Hasn"t he hit the mark?
THEKLA. How can I tell?--the face is lacking.
[_She drapes the figure._]