Gertrude.
Yes, papa.
Brauer.
[Drinks.] Excellent, Marie! Superb! I tell you, Pastor, whoever gets her for a wife will be a lucky man indeed.
Gertrude.
[With a glass to George , who has gone back and is looking out.] Don't you want some, George?
George.
[Caressing her, with a shy glance at Marie.] Why, yes, little one, thank you! Look, how bright and beautiful the moon shines to-night! Everything wrapped as in silvery spider web! How beautiful!
Marie.
[Oppressed.] They will soon set off the bonfires.