Thekla. And you ask me to forgive you?
Adolf. Yes, yes, yes—I ask you to forgive me; but don’t talk right into- my brain any more.
Thekla. Now kiss my hand.
Adolf. I’ll kiss your hand, if only you won’t speak to me any more.
Thekla. And now you’ll go out and get some fresh air before dinner.
Adolf.[Getting up.] Yes, that will do me good, and afterward we’ll pack up and go away.
Thekla. No. [She moves away from him up to the fireplace on the right.]
Adolf. Why not? You must have some reason.
Thekla. The simple reason that I’ve arranged to be at the reception this evening.
Adolf. That’s it, is it?