Hella. Possibly later! And now go! I do not care to have my husband find you here when he comes. Why here he is now. (She pushes him over toward the right, the door has been opened and the singing has ceased in the meantime.)
Paul (has entered, sees Glyszinski, frigidly). Are you still here? If you wish to talk together, I'll go out.
Hella (comes over to Paul). Please stay, Paul!
Glyszinski has just been telling me that he is going to take the night train back to Berlin and he is asking you for a sleigh. Isn't that it, Doctor? (Glyszinski nods silently, passes by Paul and goes out at the right.)
Paul (frigidly). What's the use of this farce?
Hella (places her hand on his shoulder). Not a farce, Paul! It is really true! When we get to Berlin tomorrow evening, you will no longer find Glyszinski at our rooms! Are you satisfied now? Have I finally succeeded in pleasing you, you grumbler!
Paul (turns away, clenching his fists nervously). Oh, well!
Hella. Look into my face, Paul, old comrade! Tell me if you are pleased with your comrade. (Paul is silent.)
Hella (frowning). Now isn't that a proof to you of my fidelity and sincerity?
Paul. Do not torment me, Hella. My decision is final!