Paul. Yes, Auntie, you see, I don't even know where you have quartered us? Possibly you would show Hella ...?
Aunt Clara. Right next door, dear Mrs. ... Mrs. —— Doctor!
Hella (nodding to her to desist). Well then, please do not go to any trouble.
Paul (to Hella, who has picked up her things). May I relieve you of something? Or can I help you in any other way? Unlock the trunk, for instance?
Hella (refusing). Do drop these courtesies, Paul! That kind of thing is certainly not in vogue with us.
Paul (curtly). As you please!
[Hella goes out with her things through the open door on the left, closing it behind her.]
Paul (to Aunt Clara, who has been listening in amazement). So you have lodged us next door? (Hesitating as he points to the right.) Over there, I suppose ...?
Aunt Clara (nodding). Yes, over there, Paul, there ... the body lies.
Paul (gloomily). Shall we not go in. Aunt Clara?