Hella. You know very well that I spare myself the sight of the dead, whenever I can. I did not even see my father.
Aunt Clara (has risen). I'll go with you, my boy, brace up!
Paul (nods to her, choking down his words). I'm all right. (The two slowly go out at the right.) [Short silence.]
Hella (stands at the chair, clenches her fist, stamps her foot, in a burst of passion). I cannot look at the man who has forbidden me his house! Never!
Glyszinski (has also risen, steps up to Hella). How I admired you, madam!
Hella (still struggling). I cannot bring myself to that!
Glyszinski (sentimentally). How you sat there! How you spoke! Every word a blow! No evasion! No retreat! Mind triumphing over matter! The first time I ever had this impression of you, Hella, do you recall, the large meeting when you stood on the stage and your eye controlled thousands? Then and there my soul rushed out to you! Now you possess it.
Hella (stands erect, resolutely and deliberately). If I really possess your soul, dear doctor, listen to my request.
Glyszinski. I am your slave, command me!
Hella. It concerns Paul. You see how matters stand with him.