cultural resources in henrik ibsen's early environment - Ibsen.net

She is making fun of me. But there is nothing to be done about it. An uneasy feeling has
come over me since I received this annoying news . . . . My wife is an excellent wife, a
model among women. But yet she has always been a worldly person . . . and . . . she is a
woman. The attention of a young, attractive man flatters her . . . one step leads to
another. One jokes, one inspects the area, one romances . . . that damned romance! I
never have been able to get into it, and I am no good at it at all . . . . (He walks restlessly
up and down.) It is a marvellous feeling, jealousy. I have no reason for it, I cannot
account for it, and all the same . . . . Oh, it's really stupid of me. I won't think about it
any more. I will . . . couldn't one arrange quite secretly for Adolf to be assigned to
another billetting? I'll try that, and write a couple of words.
(Just as he is going in, ADOLF entering calls to him.)
FIFTH SCENE.
BRANDT. ADOLF HERMANSEN. A SERVANT, who carries a cotton sack.
Brandt! Wait . . . it is you, isn't it?
ADOLF (as he enters).
BRANDT (aside).
Now, upon my soul, there he is! (Aloud.) Is that you, Adolf? Is it really you?
ADOLF.
Of course it's me. Weren't you expecting me?
BRANDT.
Expecting you? No . . . yes . . . of course I was expecting you.
ADOLF.
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