Brauer.
By the way, send for Mr. Paul--I wish to speak to him. Pastor, your
health! [_Drinks_.]
[_At this_ Marie _and_ Gertrude _go to door C., and speak to
some one outside in pantomime. A voice is heard_.]
Voice.
Mr. Paul! Mr. Paul!
Paul.
[_From behind scene_.] I am coming in one moment! [_Short pause. He
enters_.] Here I am!
Brauer.
Ah, there you are! Give him a glass of punch!
Paul.
Thank you, I have just had a glass of beer.
Brauer.
Very well! Now, don't let us disturb you, children! Pastor, this is the
time to prepare your toast. [_Aside to_ Paul.] Well, have you learned
anything of this stranger?
Paul.
Not a sign of one, excepting two tramps at the inn, the gendarme placed
under arrest; but that was the day before yesterday.
Brauer.
H'm! If I had ever had the slightest reason to doubt her
word---- Marie, my child, come here to me.
Marie.
Yes, papa!
Brauer.
[_Looks at her sharply_.] Never mind, now.
Paul.
[_Aside to_ Brauer.] By the way, I saw the old woman again!
Brauer.
Sh! not so loud! Where?
Paul.