Glyszinski (has hung upon her lips, enthusiastically). Madam, your hand! (He extends his hand.)
Hella (curtly). Oh do let us dispense with that for the present, doctor!
Paul (has been listening from the fireplace and now approaches). That is quite correct, Hella, but there is one thing that you must not forget. I really did provoke my father at the time. I was young and inexperienced. I felt compelled to tell him at the outset, even before I went to the university, that I did not believe that I should be able to endure life in the country later on.
Hella. And the fact that he expected you to marry any woman that suited him; you don't seem to think of that at all.
Paul. Yes, yes, you are right ...
Aunt Clara. Tell me, Paul?
Paul. Yes, Auntie.
Aunt Clara. What in the world have you to do in Berlin that prevents you from staying here?
Paul. Oh, Aunt Clara, that is a difficult matter! I publish a journal.
Aunt Clara. A journal? Hm!