Paul (who has been pacing the floor, stops and passes his hand over his hair nervously). So no letter has come, Aunt Clara?
Aunt Clara (looking up). No, no, my boy.
Paul (impatiently). And no messenger either?
Aunt Clara. From where do you expect one?
Paul (in agony). Great God, from where? From where? From anywhere? Some tiding! Some word! A letter! (Paces the floor again excitedly.)
Aunt Clara. Why I can't tell. Are you expecting anything from some source or other?
Paul (impetuously). Would I be asking, Aunt Clara?
[Silence.]
Paul (violently agitated, partly to himself). Incomprehensible! Incomprehensible! Two days without news! Two full days!
Aunt Clara (sadly). I do not comprehend you either, my boy!