Adolf. But little brother doesn't want to know anything about the other brothers.
Thekla. Won't he just come here and let himself be teased by his little woman, because he's jealous—no, envious is the right word.
[Two knocks with a chair are heard from the room on the right.]
Adolf. No, I don't want to fool about, I want to speak seriously.
Thekla [as though speaking to a child]. Good Lord! he wants to speak seriously. Upon my word! Has the man become serious for once in his life? [Comes on his left, takes hold of his head and kisses him.] Won't he laugh now a little?
[Adolf laughs.]
Thekla. There, there!
Adolf [laughs involuntarily]. You damned witch, you! I really believe you can bewitch people.
Thekla [comes in front of the sofa]. He can see for himself, and that's why he mustn't worry me, otherwise I shall certainly bewitch him.
Adolf [springs up]. Thekla! Sit for me a minute in profile, and I'll do the face for your figure.