Thekla. But even so, one can have too much of a good thing.
Gustav.[Suddenly changing his tone.] Why, I do believe you’re still wearing my earrings.
Thekla.[Embarrassed.] Yes, why shouldn’t I? We’re not enemies, you know—and then I thought I would wear them as a symbol that we’re not enemies—besides, you know that earrings like this aren’t to be had any more. [She takes one off.]
Gustav. Well, so far so good; but what does your husband say on the point?
Thekla. Why should I ask him?
Gustav. You don’t ask him? But that’s rubbing it in a bit too much—it could quite well make him look ridiculous.
Thekla.[Simply—in an undertone.] If it only weren’t so pretty. [She has some trouble in adjusting the earring.]
Gustav.[Who has noticed it.] Perhaps you will allow me to help you?
Thekla. Oh, if you would be so kind.
Gustav.[Presses it into the ear.] Little ear! I say, dear, supposing your husband saw us now.