Paul. Then you may go. Oh yes, when the inspector returns, you might call me. (Lene goes off to the right.)
Paul (walks through the hall, clenching his fists nervously). Nothing yet? Nothing yet? And the day is almost gone!
Aunt Clara (with growing anxiety). What's the matter with you, Paul? Something is brewing here!
Paul. That may be very true!
Aunt Clara. And then, that you insist upon changing your quarters today! It does seem to me ...!
Paul. You can only take pleasure in that. You see by that, that I have resolved to stay at Ellernhof. Or I should certainly not go to the trouble.
Aunt Clara. Yes, yes, but your wife?
Paul. Who? Hella? All the better if the matter comes to a head. The issue is dead ripe!
Aunt Clara (approaches him anxiously). Paul, Paul! This will not come to a good end.
Paul. Quite possible. That is not at all necessary!