George.
Uncle, you should not have said that!
[Sinks in chair and covers his face with his hands.]
Brauer.
My boy----[Emotion stops him from saying more--walks about.] See here----[Again the same--tries to light a cigar, breaks it and throws it away.]
George.
You should not have said that, uncle! No, no----
Brauer.
My God, you knew of it?