Brauer.
No, no, my pet. In the first place, it is very improper for lovers to
be out so late at night, without a chaperon.
Marie.
I would much prefer to go alone. I am not at all afraid--and I do not
wish to trouble George--or any one else----
Brauer.
Any one else is out of the question, for in this house every one rises
at five in the morning. [_To_ George.] Now, then, what excuse have you
to offer?
George.
Excuse? I? Why, none at all, except that she does not want me to go.
You heard it yourself!
Brauer.
Have you two been quarreling again?
Mrs. Brauer.