Dr. Bodenstein (knocks on his glass, with a loud voice). Ladies and gentlemen! Let us dedicate a glass to the memory of the departed, according to the beautiful tradition of our fathers; that we must not mourn the dead, that we should envy them! Our slumbering friend lives on in the memory of those who were near to him! To immortality, in this sense, all of us may, after all, agree in a manner! (He raises his glass and clinks with those beside him. All the rest do the same. Silence prevails. Only the clinking of glasses is heard.)
Paul (raising his glass, to Antoinette). The doctor is right! Let us drink to his memory, madam! May the earth rest lightly on him! (Antoinette lowers her head and stifles her tears.)
Paul (looking at her fervently). Aren't yon going to respond?
Antoinette (musters her strength, raises her head, and with tears in her eyes clinks glasses with him).
Paul (drinks). To the memory of my father.
Antoinette (nods). Your father!
Paul. To that of our parents, madam! A silent glass! (He empties his glass.)
[Antoinette puts down her glass, after she has drunk.]
Laskowski (has noticed Antoinette). Just cry ahead, dearie! Cry your fill! That's the way they'll drink to your Heliodor some day!
Dr. Bodenstein. And so they will drink to all of us some day!