Aunt Clara. Why, not at once, my boy! You certainly must have something to eat first! Refresh yourself a little. I'll just call Lene, and have her bring the coffee! (Starts for the bell-pull.)
Paul (restraining her). I think we had better wait until Hella and the gentleman are ready.
Aunt Clara (looking at him tenderly). Now you're not cold at all, Paul?
Paul (significantly). No, Auntie, I am not cold here. (With less constraint.) Just look at the fine fire in the fireplace, how it flickers and crackles! I believe it too is glad that I am here again. But who is gladdest of all, well, Auntie, just guess who that may be?
Aunt Clara (shaking her head). Why, I can't know that. I can't guess any more with this old head of mine.
Paul (slyly). That she doesn't know! Oh Auntie, Auntie! Why, you yourself, you good old soul!
Aunt Clara (unaffectedly). I did light the chandelier for you, Paul.
Paul. Of course, the chandelier! Do you suppose I did not notice that you were at the bottom of that, Auntie? Come give me your hand; thank you very much, Auntie!
Aunt Clara (putting her arms around him). I'm going to give you a kiss, my boy. Your wife will take no offense at that. (She kisses him.)
Paul. Oh my wife! That needn't ... (He gently disengages himself from his aunt's embrace and goes to and fro meditating.)