Hella. We publish a feminist journal which we ourselves have founded and simply cannot desert.
Aunt Clara (naïvely). Well is that so very necessary, Paul?
Hella. Is it necessary?
Paul (dubiously). Oh Hella! (Shrugs his shoulders.)
Hella. Yes it is necessary. If you are able to forget it, I am not!
Paul. I shall not quarrel now, the hour does not seem fitting to me. I want to go in. (He makes a significant gesture to the right.) Would you care to go with me?
Hella. You want to see him?
Paul. Yes, I want to see him.
Hella (gets up and steps up to Paul). Excuse me, Paul! I am really not in the frame of mind.
Paul. As you think best.