Thekla. Nobody to visit you?
Adolf. Not a soul.
Thekla [looks him up and down and sits down on the sofa]. Who sat here?
Adolf. Here? No one.
Thekla. Strange! The sofa is as warm as anything, and there's the mark of an elbow in the cushion. Have you had a lady visitor?
[She stands up.]
Adolf. Me? You're not serious?
Thekla [turns away from the square table and comes to Adolf's right]. How he blushes! So the little brother wants to mystify me a bit, does he? Well, let him come here and confess what he's got on his conscience to his little wife.
[She draws him to her. Adolf lets his head sink on her breast; laughing.]
Adolf. You're a regular devil, do you know that?