Glyszinski (quoting with dignity). Upon her brow the Lord did nail a brazen slab!
Hella (to Paul, who is still walking about). Paul, can't you stop that everlasting marching?
Paul. I find it agreeable after the night's travel. Have you any objections?
Hella. Yes, it makes me nervous, especially here in this awful hall, where every step reverberates ten times over, because you do not even have the proper carpets. Isn't there another room, where one can sit with some comfort. (See pours out her coffee.)
Paul (with restrained asperity). No, not at present!
Hella. Then at least do me the favor to sit down, your coffee is getting cold, anyhow. (She pours out Paul's coffee.)
Paul (approaching). Very well! I shall sit down then.
Glyszinski (raising his cup). And I, madam? Am I to have none?
Hella (decisively). Have you forgotten our household regulations, dear sir?
Glyszinski (grumbling). But he got some, didn't he?