There, there, I was only joking; never mind it. And Marie, I suppose, is taking her rest now?
Gertrude.
If she only would do so. Papa, you must compel her to take a rest. No one can endure such a strain. One day she is looking after this house, and the next day she is in the city, furnishing our new home; and the nights she passes on the train. I am sure she will break down.
Brauer.
Well, well, I will look after that.
Mrs. Brauer.
[Enters from L.] Good-morning!
Brauer.
Morning! Well?