Thekla. How could a woman know then what she really wanted? Besides, mother had always drilled into me to make the best of myself.
Gustav. Well, and that's why it is that you're going as strong as possible. There's such a lot always doing in artist life—your husband isn't exactly a home-bird.
Thekla. But even so one can have too much of a good thing.
Gustav [suddenly changing his tone]. Why, I do believe you're still wearing my earrings.
Thekla [embarrassed]. Yes, why shouldn't I? We're not enemies, you know—and then I thought I would wear them as a symbol that we're not enemies—besides, you know that earrings like this aren't to be had any more.
[She takes one off.]
Gustav. Well, so far so good; but what does your husband say on the point?
Thekla. Why should I ask him?
Gustav. You don't ask him? But that's rubbing it in a bit too much—it could quite well make him look ridiculous.
Thekla [simply—in an undertone]. If it only weren't so pretty.