Aunt Clara (frightened). I haven't said a thing. I know nothing about it.
Hella (triumphantly). I thought so! And now I grasp the whole situation!... That accounts for Paul's behavior, this strange behavior! Well, well! (She walks to and fro excitedly, speaks partly to herself.) But you shall not succeed! No, no! (Addressing Aunt Clara again.) You shall not succeed! We'll just see who knows Paul better, you or I!
Aunt Clara (very seriously). Madam, I am an old woman, you may believe me or not, I tell you, don't carry matters too far with Paul!
Hella (reflecting again). So it was she?... The Polish woman, of course! Didn't I know it?
Aunt Clara (almost threatening). Don't carry matters too far! Remember what I say.
Hella (with a sudden change). Where is Paul?
Aunt Clara (anxiously). What is the matter?
Hella (very calmly and firmly). I must speak to Paul.
Aunt Clara. Merciful God! Now I see it coming!
Hella. Yes, I am going away and Paul is going with me. That is the end of the whole matter. I suppose that is not just exactly what you had expected.