ABEL. You have irritated Axel; you have trampled on him. But he can yet bite your heel.
BERTHA. Do you think he would dare to do anything?
ABEL. I believe he'll create a scene when he comes home.
BERTHA. Well, I shall give him as good as he sends--
ABEL. If you only can! But that business about the chiffonier key--that was foolish, very foolish.
BERTHA. Perhaps it was foolish. But he will be nice enough again after he has had an airing. I know him.
MAID. A messenger brought this costume for Monsieur.
BERTHA. Very well, let me have it. That's fine!
MAID. But it must be for madame, as it's a lady's costume.
BERTHA. No, that's all right. It's for monsieur.
MAID. But, heavens! is monsieur to wear dresses too?
BERTHA. Why not, when we have to wear them? But you may leave us now.
[Maid goes out. Bertha opens bundle and takes out Spanish costume.]
ABEL. But that is certainly well thought out. Oh, it's beautiful to avenge any one's stupidities.
[Willmer comes in zenith a messenger, who carries a package. Willmer is dressed in black frock coat with lapels faced with white, a flower in buttonhole, knee breeches, red cravat, and turned over cuffs.]
WILLMER. Good evening; are you alone? Here are the candles and here are the bottles. One chartreuse and two vermouth; here are two packages of tobacco and the rest of the things.
BERTHA. Well, but you are a good boy, Gaga!
BERTHA. Is it paid? Then you have spent money again?
WILLMER. We'll have plenty of time to settle that. But you must hurry now, as the old lady will soon be here.
BERTHA. Then be good enough to open the bottles while I fix the candles.
[Bertha opens package of candles at table; Willmer stands beside her, taking the wrappers from bottles.]
ABEL. You look quite family-like as you stand there together. You might have made quite a nice little husband, Gaga.
[Willmer puts his arm around Bertha and kisses her on the neck. Bertha turns on Willmer and slaps his face.]
BERTHA. Aren't you ashamed, you little hornet! What are you up to, anyway?
ABEL. If you can stand that, Gaga, then you can stand the knife.
WILLMER [Angry]. Little hornet? Don't you know who I am? Don't you know that I'm an author of rank?
BERTHA. You! who write nothing but trash!