Lene (returns). She'll make a nice fuss!
Aunt Clara. Off with you now. They are coming. Take the ladies and gentlemen into the front rooms until we have the dinner on the table. Then you can go and call them.
Lene. Very well, Miss Clara. (Quickly off to the right.)
[Short pause, during which Aunt Clara stands listening. Then Hella enters from the right, dressed in black.]
Hella (with a quick glance to the left, then to Aunt Clara who has retreated to the background). What is the matter with my room? Why are the doors open?
Aunt Clara. The guests certainly must have some place where they can relax a bit, later on.
Hella (nonplussed). In my rooms?
Aunt Clara. They surely can't sit around in this one place the whole afternoon. They must take their coffee somewhere.
Hella (from the left). Why I do say ...! Really! All of my books are gone!
Aunt Clara (indifferently). I put things to rights a bit, madam. Why I couldn't leave them as they were. I took the books upstairs.