Thekla. Some one has been here. Who was it?
Adolf. Can't you stand my looking at you?
Thekla. Not in that way. You aren't accustomed to look at me like that.
Adolf. How am I looking at you then?
Thekla. You are spying underneath your eyelids.
Adolf. Right through. Yes, I want to know what it's like inside.
Thekla. I don't mind. As you like. I've nothing to hide, but—your very manner of speaking has changed—you employ expressions. [Probing.] You philosophize. Eh? [She goes toward him in a menacing manner.] Who has been here?
Adolf. My doctor—nobody else.
Thekla. Your doctor! What doctor?
Adolf. The doctor from Strömastad.