No, no; in your present state of mind I will force nothing on you. You might again turn to hating me.
George.
Ah no, dear uncle, that is past. Hereafter, I will swallow my pride.
Brauer.
My boy----
Marie.
[Enters.] Pardon me papa, but mama asks, if you are not yet ready to go?
Brauer.
[With a glance at George.] Well, as far as I am concerned, I am ready now! [Takes his hat.] Marie, give him a glass of brandy to brace him up. [Goes to door and returns.]. George?