Hella. Dear friend, do not be startled. We shall have to part.
Glyszinski (staggering). Part? We?...
Hella (calmly). Yes, Doctor, it must be!
Glyszinski. Why, who compels us to? No one!
Hella (frigidly). My decision compels us, dear friend! Is that sufficient for you?
Glyszinski (whimpering). Your decision, Hella? You are cruel.
Hella. Yes, I myself am sorry, of course. I shall probably miss you quite frequently!
Glyszinski (as before). Hella!
Hella. Especially in connection with my correspondence. You have certainly been a real help to me there. I shall have to carry that burden alone again, now. But what is to be done about it? No other course is possible. We must part.
Glyszinski. But why? At least, give me a reason! Don't turn me out in this fashion.