Aunt Clara. I was going to ask you, Paul ...?
Paul. Well? (He stands before her at the fireplace.)
Aunt Clara. What kind of a man can that be who came with you?
Paul. Glyszinski?
Aunt Clara. Why yes, the one I took up stairs, the young man?
Paul. Heavens, he is a friend of ours. Particularly of Hella.
Aunt Clara. Of your wife? Why, Paul!
Paul (smiling). Oh, Auntie! There is no danger in him. You need not have any scruples about that. Hella indeed crams her head with thoughts quite distinct from love. She never did suffer from that.
Aunt Clara. But to think that he just came along? Did you invite him?
Paul (shrugging his shoulders). Well, what is a man to do? He lives with us.