Brauer.
No matter; I have my reasons for that; besides--well, I'll tell you
later.
Mrs. Brauer.
[_In passing taps_ Marie _on cheek_.] Now, pet, go and take a good
rest. [_Both exit_.]
Marie.
You must go, too, Gertrude!
Gertrude.
[_Peevishly_.] But why should I?
Marie.