Brauer.
You are merry, eh? Let me hear you laugh!
Marie.
[_Tries to laugh_.] Ha, ha, ha----!
Brauer.
[_Imitating her_.] Yes, yes--ha, ha, ha----!
Mrs. Brauer.
Come here, my child. [_Strokes her hair_.] Did you sleep well last
night?
Marie.
Yes, mama.
Brauer.
But if this stranger should attack you again?
Pastor.
Pardon me, but what do I hear?
Brauer.
Oh, nothing of importance, Pastor. [_To_ Marie.] You will take the one
o'clock train----
Marie.
Yes, papa.
Brauer.