Glyszinski (consumes his piece with great satisfaction). Delicious! A work of art!
Paul. You may well feel set up about that, Auntie. Glyszinski knows all about cake.
Glyszinski. Yes in such matters we Poles are connoisseurs.
Hella. Their whole nourishment is made up of desserts.
Glyszinski. I consider sweets a thousand times more elegant than that brutal alcohol, which deadens all finer instincts.
Aunt Clara. I suppose the gentleman was also born in this region.
Glyszinski. Yes, mademoiselle, I am a Pole.
Paul. A Pole, and attended the gymnasium in Berlin!
Glyszinski. Unfortunately I got away too early. Nevertheless I shall remain what I always was.
Aunt Clara. Do you remember Laskowski, Paul?