Hella (reserved). And for that you are going to the end of the world?
Paul. I had got to the end of the world! Now I shall begin all over again. Would the attempt not be worth while? Tell me, comrade! (He seizes both of Hella's hands and looks squarely into her eyes.)
Hella (reserved). I can't answer you now, Paul.
Paul (visibly relieved). Very well! If you can not at present ... There is plenty of time.
Hella. Isn't there? You will give me time. I should like to put it off only a few days longer.
Paul (joyously). Why as long as you please. Till then I shall be assured of you and meanwhile you will get acclimated?
Hella. Only a few days, Paul. Possibly I can make a definite proposition to you by that time.
Paul (shakes her hands again, happy). Hella, my clever, unusual Hella! (He puts his arms around her waist, about to kiss her.)
Hella (with quick resistance). What are you doing, Paul! Don't you see how wet you are?
Paul. Snow-water! Clear snow-water. What harm will that do! Give me a kiss, Hella!