Gustav. Be careful, my boy.
Adolf. Of what?
Gustav [gives him back the portrait]. Of her revenge. Don't forget that by saying she was no longer attractive to men you wounded her in the one thing which she took most seriously. If you'd called her literary works twaddle she'd have laughed, and pitied your bad taste, but now—take it from me—if she hasn't avenged herself already it's not her fault.
Adolf. I must be clear on that point.
[He goes over to Gustav, and sits down in his previous place. Gustav approaches him.]
Gustav. Find out yourself.
Adolf. Find out myself?
Gustav. Investigate. I'll help you, if you like.
Adolf [after a pause]. Good. Since I've been condemned to death once—so be it—sooner or later it's all the same what's to happen.
Gustav. One question first. Hasn't your wife got just one weak point?