Paul. Goodness, Aunt Clara! I didn't want to ask!... After all, I'm finding out soon enough!... Poor Antoinette!... Wasn't she able to find any one else?...
Aunt Clara. You had been gone a year and a half, Paul, and then they got married.
Paul (depressed). Well, well ...! That long ago? Then it has really ceased to be news! How does she look? (Bitterly.) I suppose quite ...? (He makes a significant derogatory gesture.)
Aunt Clara. Don't say that, Paul! She can vie with the youngest and most beautiful of them! She is in her very prime now! Just set her over against your wife!
Paul (embarrassed). Well, well! Hella is not exactly obliged to conceal herself, it seems to me.
Aunt Clara (eagerly). But oh, you should see Mrs. Laskowski!
Paul (crabbed). Well, then old Laskowski may thank his stars. How in all the world did Antoinette run into that fellow? I could never bear him!
Aunt Clara. Have you forgotten every thing Paul? Why, he was forever after her, even when you were still here.
Paul. Why, he is the greatest crook on God's green earth!
Aunt Clara. At first Antonie didn't care a thing in the world for him, but later she took him just the same, when it was all over with you.