Hella. We have had, up to this day. You are the one who is retreating! Not I!
Paul (becoming excited). Hella! You have been my friend! My comrade in stress and tribulation, I may say. We have builded our life on our own resources, our new life, when the old life had renounced us. We have stood together in the combat, for ten years! Are you willing to forget that now? (Has stepped up to her and seized both of her hands.)
Hella (tries to disengage herself). Goodness, Paul ...
Paul (fixing his eyes upon her). For years you have come to me with your wishes. Now I am coming to you! Now your friendship is to assert itself. Answer me!
Hella (convinced against her will, is forced to smile). Do not fall into tragedy, Paul!
Paul (unswervingly). You are to tell me whether you can leave me alone at this time, whether you can bring yourself to that point. Only a word!
Hella. Am I not here? What else do you expect? And I shall remain here. At least for the immediate present.
Paul (shaking her hands vigorously). Oh, then all will turn out well! You will remain here! Thank you for that! (Breaking out in joy.) Now everything may turn out well after all. (He walks to and fro in suppressed excitement.) Mad as it may sound, Hella, under these circumstances. (He stops, facing her.) I am almost merry! (He continues to pace up and down.)
Hella (scrutinizes him and shakes her head). Paul! Paul! Childishness! From one extreme to the other! When will you come to reason. Take an example in me!
Paul (stopping in the centre of the hall, sweeping his hand around). Hella!... This is the soil which nurtured my youth. Do you expect me not be happy?