Paul (stares out). Just so it stood between the trees, and kept on sinking and sinking, and I was a little fellow and watched it from the window. And at last it was down and twilight came on.
Aunt Clara. Thank God, Paul, this year is over.
Paul. Who knows what the day may still have in store for us! Things are taking their course.
Aunt Clara. Tonight we shall surely all take punch together, Paul?
Paul. If we have time and the desire to do so, yes.
Aunt Clara (nervously). How you are talking, Paul! Don't make a person afraid!
Paul (glancing at the sinking sun). Now it is directly over the pavilion. Now we shall not enjoy it much longer. (With a wave of his hand.) I greet thee, sun! Sinking sun!
Aunt Clara. I was going to ask you, in regard to the pavilion ...
Paul (turns around). Yes I'm glad that I've thought of it! (He comes forward and pulls the bell.)
Lene (opens the door at the right and enters). Did you ring, sir?