GUSTAV. And give you my own in its place! And you have no soul for that matter—it's nothing but a delusion.
TEKLA. You have a way of saying impolite things so that nobody can be angry with you.
GUSTAV. It's because you feel that I hold the first mortgage on you—Tell me now, when—and—where?
TEKLA. No, it wouldn't be right to him. I think he is still in love with me, and I don't want to do any more harm.
GUSTAV. He does not love you! Do you want proofs?
TEKLA, Where can you get them?
GUSTAV. [Picking up the pieces of the photograph from the floor]
Here! See for yourself!
TEKLA. Oh, that's an outrage!
GUSTAV. Do you see? Now then, when? And where?
TEKLA. The false-hearted wretch!