Hella (places her arm on his and looks over at the table). Why, is it time?
Glyszinski (leads Hella to the sofa). Please, here in the place of honor.
Hella. Is it absolutely required that I should occupy the sofa? Will you not sit here, Paul? (She stands at the sofa hesitating.)
Glyszinski (with the tips of his fingers placed together). Please, please, madam. You are to preside!
Paul (walks through the hall with his hands on his back and speaks over his shoulder). Don't be embarrassed!
Hella. I am not particularly in love with this old uncomfortable furniture. I distinctly prefer a pretty modern fauteuil. (She sits down).
Lene (comes in at the right with the coffee service, places the tray containing the coffee-pot, cream-pitcher and cake on the table between the cups. Addresses Hella). Miss Clara will bring the pound-cake directly. Shall I fill the cups?
Hella. You may go. We shall attend to that.
[Lene casts a curious glance at the two, then at Paul, and goes out at the right.]
Hella (in an undertone to Glyszinski). Seems to be a regular country hussy. Did you notice the stupid expression?