Hella. You must have liked it well enough.
Paul (bursting out). Yes I probably did ...! At that time! Because I was a fool!
Hella (picks up her book again, turns as if to go away). Now you are becoming abusive! Good-by, I have work to do!
Paul (intercepts her). Hella! I am coming to you with an overflowing heart! I have a yearning to be alone with you, once, only once; I am almost desperate for a heart to heart talk ...
Glyszinski (who has silently followed the scene from the sofa, presumably engrossed in his book, but at times has cast over a furtive glance, makes a motion as if to rise). If I'm disturbing you, you only need to say so ...
Hella. Do not be funny, doctor. You do know that I wanted to go to my room some time ago. Please let me pass, Paul!
Paul (has retreated, with an angry bow). You have plenty of room! (Across to Glyszinski) Hella is quite right. There is no longer any occasion for you to go. (He goes to the fireplace and sits down facing the fire.)
Hella (remains in the centre of the hall a few moments longer, then takes a step in the direction of Paul, and speaks in a changed, gentler voice). Paul! (Paul does not stir).
Hella (urgently). Paul!
Paul. That's all right!