Paul (seriously) Rather say, with that point of view, we found each other. For this point of view, I sacrificed my home, Hella!
Hella. Yes, therefore it surprises me all the more, that you suddenly seem to be forgetting all about that ...
Paul. In what respect?
Hella (continuing). That you behave like a school boy who is coining home for his vacation.
Paul (is silent for a moment, then continues). Hella!... My father is lying there on his bier. (He points toward the right.) I did not see him again!
Hella. Was it your fault? He forbade you his house! This house!
Paul (without listening to her). I have not been able to come to an understanding with him. I shall never come to an understanding with him! Do you realize what that means? (He turns away.)
[Hella shrugs her shoulders and remains silent. Pause.]
Paul (has walked through the hall with heavy steps, then becomes composed and speaks in a more unconcerned manner). Will you take off your things, Hella? (rises, wavering). I don't know, I am cold.
Paul (near her). But how can you be cold. The fire is roaring in the fireplace. Our good aunt has made such perfect preparations. Who knows when she got up in order that we might be comfortable. (He goes to the fireplace and throws wood into it.) (leaning on the chair, taciturnly). It is probably due to the night ride.