Mrs. Borowski. You know, your good wife is always sending me some.
Laskowski (nonplussed). I do say, dearie, why, I don't know a thing about that.
[Antoinette silently shrugs her shoulders and casts a quick glance at him.]
Laskowski (friendly again). Makes no difference, dearie, no difference at all! Just send ahead! We do have a lot of it.
Antoinette. There is surely enough for us to spare a little for an old lady.
Laskowski. Sure, dearie!
Mrs. Borowski (leans over to Antoinette). Do you remember, pet, how you used to come and call with your parents, now dead and gone? A little bit of a thing you were, Paul would lift you on the horse and you didn't cry at all, you sat there just like a grown-up ... I remember it very well.
Antoinette. I don't. Such things are forgotten.
Paul (looks at her). Have you really forgotten that, madam?
Antoinette. Heavens, I haven't thought of it again.