TEKLA.  Not in that way:  it’s not the way you are accustomed to look at me.

ADOLPH.  How was I looking at you then?

TEKLA.  Way up under my eyelids.

ADOLPH.  Under your eyelids—­yes, I wanted to see what is behind them.

TEKLA.  See all you can!  There is nothing that needs to be hidden.  But—­you talk differently, too—­you use expressions—­[studying him] you philosophise—­that’s what you do! [Approaches him threateningly] Who has been here?

ADOLPH.  Nobody but my physician.

TEKLA.  Your physician?  Who is he?

ADOLPH.  That doctor from Stroemstad.

TEKLA.  What’s his name?

ADOLPH.  Sjoeberg.

TEKLA.  What did he have to say?

ADOLPH.  He said—­well—­among other things he said—­that I am on the verge of epilepsy—­

TEKLA.  Among other things?  What more did he say?

ADOLPH.  Something very unpleasant.

TEKLA.  Tell me!

ADOLPH.  He forbade us to live as man and wife for a while.

TEKLA.  Oh, that’s it!  Didn’t I just guess it!  They want to separate us!  That’s what I have understood a long time!

ADOLPH.  You can’t have understood, because there was nothing to understand.

TEKLA.  Oh yes, I have!

ADOLPH.  How can you see what doesn’t exist, unless your fear of something has stirred up your fancy into seeing what has never existed?  What is it you fear?  That I might borrow somebody else’s eyes in order to see you as you are, and not as you seem to be?

TEKLA.  Keep your imagination in check, Adolph!  It is the beast that dwells in man’s soul.

ADOLPH.  Where did you learn that?  From those chaste young men on the boat—­did you?

TEKLA. [Not at all abashed] Yes, there is something to be learned from youth also.

ADOLPH.  I think you are already beginning to have a taste for youth?

TEKLA.  I have always liked youth.  That’s why I love you.  Do you object?

ADOLPH.  No, but I should prefer to have no partners.

TEKLA. [Prattling roguishly] My heart is so big, little brother, that there is room in it for many more than him.

ADOLPH.  But little brother doesn’t want any more brothers.

TEKLA.  Come here to Pussy now and get his hair pulled because he is jealous—­no, envious is the right word for it!

(Two knocks with a chair are heard from the adjoining room, where GUSTAV is.)

ADOLPH.  No, I don’t want to play now.  I want to talk seriously.

TEKLA. [Prattling] Mercy me, does he want to talk seriously?  Dreadful, how serious he’s become! [Takes hold of his head and kisses him] Smile a little—­there now!

ADOLPH. [Smiling against his will] Oh, you’re the—­I might almost think you knew how to use magic!

TEKLA.  Well, can’t he see now?  That’s why he shouldn’t start any trouble—­or I might use my magic to make him invisible!