Brauer.
Tut, tut, ray pet; you go to bed, you need the rest.
Gertrude.
[_Whiningly_.] Well then, good-night.
Marie.
[_In silent fear_.] I can't stay here---- Mama, I want to ask you about
something----
George.
Then you will come down in time for the train?
Marie.
Yes, in time for the train.
Mrs. Brauer.
Good-night, George.
George.
Good-night, auntie!
[_Exit_ Mrs. Brauer, Gertrude _and_ Marie.]
Brauer.
You know where my cigars are?
George.
Yes!
Brauer.