Laskowski. You may. Nobody else. A Pole may. Ain't she beautiful, that dearie of mine?
Glyszinski. Beautiful as the starry sky!
Laskowski (embracing his neck). Brother! Come along!
Schrock (stands near them, swaying). Your health, you ... jolly ... brothers!
Laskowski. Brotherhood? Yes, we'll drink to our brotherhood, my fellow countryman.
Raabe (comes in from the left). There's lots of good stuff in there. Come, be quick about it. Too bad to waste your time here!
Laskowski (leading Glyszinski, who resists a trifle, out at the left, singing as he goes). Poland is not lost forever!
[Raabe and Schrock follow arm in arm. The rest have gradually withdrawn toward the left in the course of the preceding scene. Lene and Fritz clear the table and carry out the dishes. Aunt Clara directs the work and assists now and then. Paul stands near the table in the foreground, lost in thought.]
Aunt Clara. Won't you go and have some coffee, Paul?
Paul. No, not now, Auntie! Later! I need a little rest! Will you soon be through?