Hella (interrupts him). Oh, you suppose I don't know what you mean?
Paul (excited). Well?
Hella. Shall I tell you?
Paul (controlling himself with difficulty). Please!
Hella (triumphantly). Dear Paul! Just recall the lady with the ashy-blonde hair, for a moment!
Paul (embarrassed). What lady?
Hella. Why, Paul? The one with whom I saw you after the banquet, day before yesterday. Your aunt was there too, wasn't she?
Paul (affecting surprise). You seem to refer to Madam von Laskowski.
Hella (smiling). Quite right. The Polish beauty! Was it not that?
Paul (beside himself). Hella?