Paul (turns away, resigned to his fate). It wouldn't do any good anyhow. Hella does not hear me. Go ahead then! Bring them right along. [Aunt Clara opens the door at the right and goes out. Conversation outside becomes audible.]
Paul (also comes over to the right, seems to be in great agitation, controls himself nervously, steps upon the threshold at the right and addresses those about to enter). This way, if you please. (He steps aside for Antoinette and Laskowski, and makes a short bow). We are very glad to see you!
Laskowski (seizes both of his hands and shakes them a number of times). Glad to see you, old chap! Think of seeing you again. (He and Antoinette have taken off their wraps outside. He wears a black morning coat and black gloves.)
Paul (reserved). Unfortunately on a sad occasion!
Antoinette (in a black gown, simple but elegant). Be assured of our heartfelt sympathy, doctor! (She extends the tips of her fingers to him.)
Paul (somewhat formally). Thank you very much, madam! (His eyes are fastened upon her.)
Aunt Clara (is the last to enter. She closes the door behind her). Will you not be seated? Antonie, please take the sofa!
Paul. Yes indeed, madam, please! Or would you prefer to sit at the fire? You have been riding.
Antoinette. Thank you! I am quite warm. I'll sit down here. (She sits down on the sofa and lets her eyes roam about.)
Laskowski. Think of my wife sitting at the fire! It would have to come to a pretty pass! One who knocks about in the open all day long, like her! (He sits down on the chair to the left of the sofa.)