THE RICHLY DRESSED MAN
Then—if you please—when I left—the house—my youngest son, Oscar—was asleep. I didn’t trust myself to wake him—and bid him good-bye. I would have liked—to kiss him good-bye.
THE MAGISTRATE
[To THE SECOND.] You will take Dr. Reich back and let him kiss his son Oscar.
THE SECOND
Come with me, please.
THE RICHLY DRESSED MAN
[To THE MAGISTRATE.] I thank you. [He bows and exits at back with THE SECOND.]
THE MAGISTRATE