Thekla. It was you and no one else who taught me that. Do you still remember finding out my special colors?
Gustav. No.
Thekla. It was quite simple, don't you remember? Come, I still remember distinctly how angry you used to be with me if I ever had anything else except pink.
Gustav. I angry with you? I was never angry with you.
Thekla. Oh yes, you were, when you wanted to teach me how to think. Don't you remember? And I wasn't able to catch on.
Gustav. Not able to think, everybody can think, and now you're developing a quite extraordinary power of penetration—at any rate in your writings.
Thekla [disagreeably affected, tries to change the subject quickly]. Yes, Gustav dear, I was really awfully glad to see you again, especially under circumstances so unemotional.
Gustav. Well, you can't say at any rate that I was such a cantankerous cuss: taking it all round, you had a pretty quiet time of it with me.
Thekla. Yes; if anything too quiet.
Gustav. Really? But I thought, don't you see, that you wanted me to be quiet and nothing else. Judging by your expressions of opinion as a bride, I had to come to that assumption.