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.]