Brauer.
Some one of the family perhaps, upstairs. Very well, then all is well,
my boy! Good-night, my son.
George.
Good-night, uncle!
[Brauer _exits, shaking his head_.]
George.
[_Sits at table--tries to read--listens, goes to door C.--calls out
softly into the garden_.] Who is there? [_Still softer_.] Is that you,
Marie?
Gertrude.
[_Whining outside_.] It's only me!
George.
[_Surprised_.] Gertrude, what do you want?
Gertrude.
[Gertrude _enters in nightgown and flowing hair_.] I am so uneasy,
George dear; I just wanted to look at you once more before going to
sleep.
George.
But, little one, if papa should see you like this---- Quick, go back to
your room.
Gertrude.