Aunt Clara (has also risen, with a sly look). Mercy, my dinner! You can't depend upon these girls! First thing, it'll be burned. (She hastens out at the right.)
Antoinette. Did you not bring Mrs. Warkentin with you, Doctor?
Paul (nervously). Yes, Auntie, please tell Lene to go around and tell my wife we have callers. This door is locked. She cannot get through here. (He has risen and walked over to the right.)
Aunt Clara (going out). Very well, Paul, I shall see to it.
[Goes off. Pause. Paul stands at the fireplace and stares into the fire. Antoinette has leaned back on the sofa and is gazing into space.]
Paul (with an effort). You are not cold, are you, madam? Or I will put on some more wood.
Antoinette (without stirring). Not on my account! I am accustomed to the cold.
Paul (forced). Strange! As hardened as all that.
Antoinette. Completely!
Paul, (takes a step toward her). Antoinette ...?