Thekla.[Comes in front of the sofa.] He can see for himself, and that’s why he mustn’t worry me, otherwise I shall certainly bewitch him.
Adolf.[Springs up.] Thekla! Sit for me a minute in profile, and I’ll do the face for your figure.
Thekla. With pleasure. [She turns her profile toward him.]
Adolf.[Sits down, fixe-s her with his eyes and acts as though he were modelling.] Now, don’t think of me, think of somebody else.
Thekla. I’ll think of my last conquest.
Adolf. The pure youth?
Thekla. Quite right. He had the duckiest, sweetest little mustache, and cheeks like cherries, so delicate and soft, one could have bitten right into them.
Adolf.[Depressed.] Just keep that twist in your mouth.
Thekla. What twist?
Adolf. That cynical, insolent twist which I’ve never seen before.