Hella. I assume that the Polish woman is mixed up in this affair.
Paul. So you do know! Why in the world are you going to the trouble of asking me?
Hella. So it's really true? I am to stand aside for a little goose from the country!
Paul(starts up). A little goose from the country?... Hella, control your tongue!
Hella (walks up and down). If it were not so ridiculous, it would be exasperating!
Paul. The woman under discussion is not a little goose from the country, my dear, just as little as you are one from the city.
Hella. Thank you for your flattering comparison.
Paul. That woman has had her struggles and trials as much as you have, and in spite of it has remained a woman, which you have not!
Hella (scornfully). Well, well. Are you now asserting your real nature? Are you throwing off the mask? Go on! Go on!
Paul (controls himself with an effort). That is all! I am only standing up for one who is dear to me!