Lebe, liebe, trinke schwärme
Und erfreue dich mit mir.
Härme dich wenn ich mich härme
Und sei weider
froh
mit
mir!
At the last three words he clinked his glass against Chérie's. "Drink!" he commanded in a terrible voice. "If you do not drink, it is an insult which must be punished."
With a sob Chérie raised the glass to her lips.
Louise was wringing her hands. "The brute! the brute!" she cried, while Mireille holding her mother's skirts stared wide-eyed at the scene.
Captain Fischer looked across at Louise. "My Samaritan," ... he mumbled. "My sister of mercy...." He rose and approached her with a stupefied smile.
Mireille rushed at him like a little fury. "Go away," she screamed, "go away!"
The Herr Kapitän took her not unkindly by the shoulders. "Little girls should be in bed," he said thickly. "My little girls are in bed long ago."
Louise clasped her hands. "I beg you, sir, have pity on us; let us go away.... The house is yours, but let us go away."
"Where do you want to go?" he asked dully.
"To our rooms," said Louise.