(Deeply hurt) Emma! You ask me…
Young Wife
It’s so warm here.
Young Man
You’re still wearing your fur-coat—really, you will catch cold.
Young Wife
(Finally enters the room, and throws herself into the armchair) I’m tired—dead tired.
Young Man
Permit me.
(He takes off her veil, removes her hat-pin, and puts hat, pin, and veil aside)