Adolf. You’re always scenting somebody behind me and my thoughts. You’re jealous.
Thekla. I certainly am. I was always afraid someone might estrange you from me.
Adolf. You’re afraid of that, you say, though you know very well that there isn’t a woman living who can supplant you—that I can’t live without you.
Thekla. I wasn’t frightened the least bit of females. It was your friends I was afraid of: they put all kinds of ideas into your head.
Adolf.[Probing.] So you were afraid? What were you afraid of?
Thekla. Someone has been here. Who was it?
Adolf. Can’t you stand my looking at you?
Thekla. Not in that way. You aren’t accustomed to look at me like that.
Adolf. How am I looking at you then?
Thekla. You are spying underneath your eyelids.