Hella (as before). Can you really ride, Paul?
Paul. I? Well, I should say! I supposed I had forgotten how, during all of these empty years, but when I had mounted, for a moment I was unsteady, but only for a moment, then I felt my old power. The bay realized that I still know how, and off we were like destruction itself.
Glyszinski (from the sofa). I should like to try it myself sometime.
Paul (without heeding him). And curiously enough Hella, strange as the way had naturally become to me, I nevertheless got along easily. After all, one does not forget the things with which one has once been familiar, and, you see, my father took me with him often enough in my boyhood. (Smiling.) Possibly in order that, some day in the future, I might get my bearings in the old fields! At last I got into the forest and when I was out of that, I saw the houses of Klonowken, all covered with snow ...
Hella (has listened very attentively, interrupts). Klonowken, you say! Isn't that the estate where—what is his name?—your relative lives?
Paul. Laskowski, you mean?
Hella. Quite right, Laskowski ... But you did not call on him, did you?
Paul. No, then I came back.
Hella. The ride has certainly agreed with you. Your color is much better than yesterday.
Paul (joyously). Is it?... Well that is just the way I feel.