Marie.
[_Enters_.] Pardon me papa, but mama asks, if you are not yet ready to
go?
Brauer.
[_With a glance at_ George.] Well, as far as I am concerned, I am ready
now! [_Takes his hat_.] Marie, give him a glass of brandy to brace him
up. [_Goes to door and returns_.]. George?
George.
Uncle? [Brauer _offers his hand_.] My hand I cannot refuse you.
Brauer.
[_Goes to door. In door_.] Yes, and your heart, too, I will win
again--or I'll be damned!!!!
[_Exits, slamming door_.]
Marie.
What did he say to you, George?
George.
Do not ask me, do not ask me! [_Walks about_.] All these years I have
struggled and deprived myself with only one thing in view--to be
free--free--and yet I must bow--I must bow. If it were not for the sake
of this beautiful child, who is innocent of it all, I would be tempted
to---- But the die is cast, the yoke is ready--and so am I!!!!!!!
Marie.
[_Softly and hesitating_.] But, George, dear, here in this house, I see
nothing for you but love--the yoke seems so light----
George.
How pious and tame you have suddenly become!
Marie.