Uncle? [ Brauer offers his hand.] My hand I cannot refuse you.
Brauer.
[Goes to door. In door.] Yes, and your heart, too, I will win again--or I'll be damned!!!!
[Exits, slamming door.]
Marie.
What did he say to you, George?
George.
Do not ask me, do not ask me! [Walks about.] All these years I have struggled and deprived myself with only one thing in view--to be free--free--and yet I must bow--I must bow. If it were not for the sake of this beautiful child, who is innocent of it all, I would be tempted to---- But the die is cast, the yoke is ready--and so am I!!!!!!!
Marie.
[Softly and hesitating.] But, George, dear, here in this house, I see nothing for you but love--the yoke seems so light----