Gustav. What husband wouldn't be? [Casually.] Why, old chap, you're as much a tyrant as any of the others.
Adolf. Me? I? Well, I allow my wife to come and go as she jolly well pleases!
Gustav [stands up]. Pah! a lot of good that is. I didn't suppose you kept her locked up. [He turns round behind the square table and comes over to Adolf on the right.] Don't you mind if she's out all night?
Adolf. I should think I do.
Gustav. Look here. [Resuming his earlier tone.] Speaking as man to man, it simply makes you ridiculous.
Adolf. Ridiculous? Can a man's trusting his wife make him ridiculous?
Gustav. Of course it can. And you've been so for some time. No doubt about it.
[He walks round the round table on the right.]
Adolf [excitedly]. Me? I'd have preferred to be anything but that. I must put matters right.
Gustav. Don't you get so excited, otherwise you'll get an attack again.