Adolf [after a pause]. Why doesn't she look ridiculous when I stay out all night?
Gustav. Why? Don't you bother about that. That's how the matter stands, and while you're fooling about moping, the mischief is done.
[He goes behind the square table, and walks behind the sofa.]
Adolf. What mischief?
Gustav. Her husband, you know, was a tyrant, and she simply married him in order to be free. For what other way is there for a girl to get free, than by getting the so-called husband to act as cover?
Adolf. Why, of course.
Gustav. And now, old man, you're the cover.
Adolf. I?
Gustav. As her husband.
Adolf [looks absent].