Thekla. Please—please, stay. It may be that you find it painful.
Gustav. It’s all right so far as I’m concerned. I only thought—that whatever I said I should always have to run the risk of wounding you.
Thekla.[Passes in front of him toward the right.] Sit down for a moment, Gustav, you don’t wound me, because you have the unusual gift—which always distinguished you—of being subtle and tactful.
Gustav. You’re too kind; but how on earth can one tell if—your husband would regard me in the same light that you do?
Thekla. Quite the contrary. Why, he’s just been expressing himself with the utmost sympathy with regard to you.
Gustav. Ah! Yes, everything dies away, even the names which we cut on the tree’s bark—not even malice can persist for long in these temperaments of ours.
Thekla. He’s never entertained malice against you—why, he doesn’t know you at all—and, so far as I’m concerned, I always entertained the silent hope that I would live to see the time in which you would approach each other as friends —or at least meet each other in my presence, shake hands, and part.
Gustav. It was also my secret desire to see the woman whom I loved more than my life in really good hands, and, as a matter of fact, I’ve only heard the very best account of him, while I know all his work as well. All the same, I felt the need of pressing his hand before I grew old, looking him in the face, and asking him to preserve the treasure which providence had entrusted to him, and at the same time I wanted to extinguish the hate which was burning inside me, quite against my will, and I longed to find peace of soul and resignation, so as to be able to finish in quiet that dismal portion of my life which is still left me.
Thekla. Your words come straight from your heart; you have understood me, Gustav—thanks. [She holds out her hand.]
Gustav. Ah, I’m a petty man. Too insignificant to allow of you thriving in my shadow. Your temperament, with its thirst for freedom, could not be satisfied by my monotonous life, the slavish routine to which I was condemned, the narrow circle in which I had to move. I appreciate that, but you understand well enough—you who are such an expert psychologist—what a struggle it must have cost me to acknowledge that to myself.