Tekla.  Well, I am not afraid of the women—­it’s your friends that fill your head with all sorts of notions.

Adolph. [Watching her] You are afraid then?  Of what are you afraid?

Tekla. [Getting up] Somebody has been here.  Who has been here?

Adolph.  Don’t you wish me to look at you?

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 Stromstad.

Tekla.  What’s his name?

Adolph.  Sjoberg.

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!