Paul (sitting at the spinet). Well, Aunt Clara? (He lowers his hands from the keys.)
Aunt Clara (cautiously). It is well that you are here, my boy! (She approaches.)
Paul (absent-minded). Is there anything?...
Aunt Clara (shaking her head). Why a person can't talk to your wife. And that young man ... There's something about him too. Where in the world are the two now?
Paul (feigning indifference). There, in the other room, Aunt Clara.
Aunt Clara. Do you suppose she will hear us?
Paul. Oh no, Auntie! They are in the green room. The sun-parlor lies between. And then ... when Hella is working, she doesn't hear anyhow.
Aunt Clara. Those two! I do say! They just have to stay together the whole day! But I was going to say ... Laskowskis ...
Paul. What about Laskowski?
Aunt Clara. Wonder whether we ought to send them an announcement?