Paul. Didn't he call at all? Did he not succeed in making himself heard at all?
Aunt Clara. Not a word! From that time on, no mortal heard another sound from him.
Paul (covers his face with his hands, then hesitatingly). Do you think he still thought of me?
Aunt Clara. The departed thought of you very often especially lately when thoughts of death were coming to him, I am certain of that.
Paul. And did he not want to see me once more?
Aunt Clara. He said nothing about that.
Paul. Nothing, Aunt Clara? Nothing? Think!
Aunt Clara. He said nothing.
Paul (excited). But he thought it. And did not have time to do it! Now he is taking it down into his grave with him.
[Pause.]