GUSTAV. Who lives in that room?
TEKLA. I don't know.—But tell me how you are getting along and what you are doing?
GUSTAV. Tell me rather how you are getting along?
(TEKLA is visibly confused, and without realising what she is doing, she takes the cover off the wax figure.)
GUSTAV. Hello! What's that?—Well!—It must be you!
TEKLA. I don't believe so.
GUSTAV. But it is very like you.
TEKLA. [Cynically] Do you think so?
GUSTAV. That reminds me of the story—you know it—"How could your majesty see that?"
TEKLA, [Laughing aloud] You are impossible!—Do you know any new stories?