Mrs. Schnaase. Would you like a glass of water?
Mrs. von Tiedemann. Yes, water!
Antoinette. No, thank you! This awful heat!... Don't let me disturb you.
[The conversation which had become very loud is carried on in a more subdued manner. All are whispering to each other.]
Paul, Shall I take you out, madam?
Antoinette (with a supreme effort). No, thank you, I shall remain! (Sits down again.)
Laskowski (with a stupid stare). Just stay here, dearie! Just stay here!
Paul. Now do be quiet, Laskowski. (Also sits down again.)
Laskowski Ain't I quiet, brother? Quiet!... Quiet!... Quiet!... Quiet as the grave! Damn it all. I wonder how your father feels now.
Kunze. We are happy, but he is happier.