Brauer.
See here, perhaps I did wrong?
George.
You--wrong? How?
Brauer.
Have you forgotten what passed between us yesterday?
George.
My dear uncle, that seems to me so far, far away!
Brauer.
It strikes me you are going at a pretty fast gait!
George.
At any rate, uncle, do not worry about it. It will all come out right
in the end. [_As he is listening towards the door, gives a sudden
start_.]
Brauer.
What's the matter?
George.