Thekla [coming toward him]. No. I can't hurt him by doing a thing like that. I'm sure he still loves me, and I don't want to wound him a second time.
Gustav. He doesn't love you. Do you want to have proofs?
Thekla. How can you give me them?
Gustav [takes up from the floor the fragments of photograph behind the circular table on the right]. Here, look at yourself!
[He gives them to her.]
Thekla. Oh, that is shameful!
Gustav. There, you can see for yourself—well, when and where?
Thekla. The false brute!
Gustav. When?
Thekla. He goes away to-night by the eight-o'clock boat.