Brauer.
No, no, thank you. Pastor; your time will come some other day. [Aside.] It will at least give him something to do. [Meaning George.]
Gertrude.
I want to go too, papa! I love moonshine promenades.
Brauer.
No, no, my pet. In the first place, it is very improper for lovers to be out so late at night, without a chaperon.
Marie.
I would much prefer to go alone. I am not at all afraid--and I do not wish to trouble George--or any one else----
Brauer.
Any one else is out of the question, for in this house every one rises at five in the morning. [To George.] Now, then, what excuse have you to offer?