Thekla. Of course. Do you suggest it would be possible for one of us women to get herself liked by other women?
Adolf. I say. [Pause.] Haven't you heard recently—from him?
Thekla. Not for the last six months.
Adolf. Do you never think of him?
Thekla [after a pause, quickly and tonelessly]. No. [With a step toward the left.] Since the death of the child there is no longer any tie between us. [Pause.]
Adolf. And you never see him in the street?
Thekla. No; he must have buried himself somewhere on the west coast. But why do you harp on that subject just now?
Adolf. I don't know. When I was so alone these last few days, it just occurred to me what he must have felt like when he was left stranded.
Thekla. I believe you've got pangs of conscience.
Adolf. Yes.