Antoinette (chilly). For what purpose?
Glyszinski (has seized her hand, impassioned). Only to imprint a kiss upon these beautiful, soft, delicate, distinguished, aristocratic finger-tips! (He kisses her finger-tips.)
Antoinette (withdraws her hand). I beg your pardon, sir!
Laskowski (is detained in a group consisting of Schrock, Raabe Jr. , and others. He has seen Glyszinski kiss Antoinette's hand). Boys, let me go!
Schrock, Raabe, and Others. Stay right here, old boy.
Laskowski. Let me go, I say ... I want to get to my dearie! (He tries to disengage himself.)
Schrock (very unsteady on his feet). Dear old chap! I'll ... not ... let you!... Let's have another drink first!
Laskowski. I want to get to my dearie! (They restrain him.)
Glyszinski (follows Antoinette with his eyes. She has retreated behind the oleanders in the foreground on the left). Ravishing creature! I must follow her! (About to follow her.)
Paul. That you will not do! (Intercepts him.)