Hella (looks at him sharply; with quick decision). And what if I stay also, Paul, what then?
Paul. (is startled). If you also ...? You are not serious about that!
Hella. Assume that I am!... If I should remain also, for your sake? (She stands before him erectly.)
Paul (furiously). Don't jest, Hella! It is not the proper moment!
Hella. I am certainly not jesting! I am your wife! I shall keep you company. Aren't you pleased with that?
Paul (straightens up). The dead man stands between us, as you have said. Very well, let that be final! You have wished it so! The bond between us is broken. We have come to the parting of our ways. (He goes to the left, opens the door and walks out slowly. Deep twilight has set in.)
Hella (stands rigidly and whispers to herself). To the parting of our ways? (Waking up, with a wild defiance.) If I consent, I say!... If I consent!
SHEEP