Antoinette (to Paul, through her teeth). Awful!
Paul (in an undertone). Oh, don't mind him.
Laskowski. Let me drink, old fellow. I'm not going to live long anyhow. It's on my chest ... Do you hear it rattle, old boy? Listen! Just listen! Listen to me, not to my dearie. When we're dead, we're out of it! We'll not get another drop! An' then we'll sleep till judgment day in the pitch-dark grave. Then you'll be rid of me, dearie!
Antoinette (gets up). Excuse me, Doctor!
Paul (also jumps up). Are you ill, madam?
Mrs. von Tiedemann (moves aside). Now it is getting a bit uncanny.
Mrs. Borowski (her hand at her ear). Are they talking about the judgment day?
Kunze (who eats away lustily, partly to himself). On the judgment day when the Lord will return to judge the quick and the dead.
Paul (to Antoinette, who partly leans upon him). How are you, Antoinette!
Antoinette (has become composed again). I am all right again.