Hella. Upstairs! Very well, then that's where I will go. (Starts out toward the right.)
Paul (enters and runs into Hella). Where are you going?
Hella. I am going upstairs.
Paul. Where are you going!
Hella. Upstairs. I can't find a nook down here today where I might rest.
Paul. So you really refuse to dine with us?
Hella (places her hand on his arm). Spare me the agony, Paul! You know I can't endure so many strangers. It will give me a headache.
Paul. Stay a short time at least! Show that much consideration!
Hella (retreats a step). Consideration ... No one shows me any consideration!
Paul (pacing up and down). Nice mess, when not even the nearest relatives ...