Glyszinski (jumps up). Hella! Hella!...
Hella (comes back again). Not an hour before that, I tell you. Do you understand the terrible aspect of my present position now? My nails fairly tingle. Whenever I hear the clock strike out there, something seems to drive me away. Another hour gone, and life is so short. It cries within me, go to your post, and I am forced to remain! I must remain on account of Paul!
Glyszinski (strikes his fist on the chair). Oh he doesn't deserve to have you sacrifice yourself for him! If you called me in this manner ... I should follow you to the scaffold!
Hella (approaches him, in a changed manner). What was your impression of Paul today, Doctor? Be frank!
Glyszinski (gloomily). Why do you ask me about that? I scarcely caught sight of him before he rode away.
Hella. It seemed to me that he was more cheerful, freer. (To herself.) Possibly because the body was out of the house. (She turns away again.)
[Glyszinski steps to the background, shaking his head, seems in a quandary.]
Hella (has paid no attention to him, since her thoughts completely dominate her, speaks as if to herself). May be all will turn out for the best after all. (She gains control of herself and looks up.) Where in the world are you, Doctor? (She approaches him.)
Glyszinski (stands at the window and looks into the garden). I am watching the snow.
Hella. I suppose you are surprised that I am hopeful again?