Brauer.
Pastor, I need hardly tell you, that you are always welcome in this
house.
Pastor.
I am sure of it, Mr. Brauer! If I did not think so, I would not take
that matter so lightly----
Brauer.
[_Jokingly threatens him with finger_.] Pastor----
Pastor.
[_With a happy glance at_ Marie.] Good-night. [_Shakes hands with
all_.]
Brauer.
Good-night!
Pastor.
Good-night, Miss Marie!
Marie.
[_Shaking his hand_.] Good-night, Pastor!
[George, _with a questioning glance, advances a step or two_.]
Brauer.
George, see the Pastor to the gate!
George.
[_As though awakening_.] Yes, uncle.
[_Both exit_.]
Mrs. Brauer.
Well, Henry, everything has quieted down!
Brauer.
It's about time, too! Why, its eleven o'clock! Come, let's to bed.
Gertrude.
Good-night, papa!
Brauer.
[_Affectionately_.] Good-night, my pet!
Marie.
Good-night!
Brauer.
By the bye--when will you be back?
Marie.
To-morrow, about ten, papa!
Brauer.
Now be careful; no unnecessary exertions--understand? The day of the
wedding will be hard enough on all of us.
Marie.