Thekla. Not for the last six months.
Adolf. Do you never think of him?
Thekla.[After a pause, quickly and tonelessly.] No. [With a step toward the left.] Since the death of the child there is no longer any tie between us. [Peruse.]
Adolf. And you never see him in the street?
Thekla. No; he must have buried himself somewhere on the west coast. But why do you harp on that subject just now?
Adolf. I don’t know. When I was so alone these last few days, it just occurred to me what he must have felt like when he was left stranded.
Thekla. I believe you’ve got pangs of conscience.
Adolf. Yes.
Thekla. You think you’re a thief, don’t you?
Adolf. Pretty near.