Paul (looks at her). Really?
Antoinette. It does not matter to me, whether it comes today or tomorrow. Sometime I shall have to go! So the quicker the better. It is all over with me!
Paul. Antoinette!
Antoinette. You may believe me, I am quite serious!
Paul (completely absorbed, as he looks at her). How calmly you say that! In the very bloom of life! I cannot think of you thus.
Antoinette. How?
Paul. Cold and dead.
Antoinette. But I can. Very well indeed. I am so now!
Paul. That isn't true, Antoinette. Your eyes tell a different story!
Antoinette (shrugging her shoulders). Never mind my eyes!