Why certainly, my pet! [Embraces her.] And now, let me see--how many days are you left to me?
Gertrude.
Only four more days, papa.
Brauer.
Now, you rascal! must you leave me? must you go and marry, eh? must you?
Gertrude.
But papa, dear, it is all your own arrangement!
Brauer.
Of course, of course! what is a poor old man to do? Have you seen George this morning? [Gertrude shakes her head.] Such sloth! He does nothing but sleep, sleep, sleep.