Mathilde. No more than you.
Axel. She, who once believed every one—!
Mathilde. Now she believes no one. (A pause.)
Axel. And what is still more amazing—only there is no mistaking it—is that she is jealous!
Mathilde. Yes.
Axel. And of you?—When there is not the slightest foundation—. (Stops involuntarily and looks at her; she crosses the room.)
Mathilde. You should only be glad that this has happened.
Axel. That she is jealous?—or what do you mean?
Mathilde. It has helped her. She is on the high road to loving you now.
Axel. Now?