Brauer.
See, see--at last you have spoken; I feared you had lost your tongue. Come here, my child. Get your glasses, all of you---- Your health! The Pastor shall give us a toast; yes, yes, Pastor!--a genuine pagan toast, well suited to this night! Now, tell me, my child, are you obliged to go to the city again to-night?
Marie.
Yes, papa dear.
Brauer.
But if I will not allow it?
Marie.
You gave your permission quite two weeks ago, papa dear!
Brauer.
But not to go in the middle of the night!