[Pause.]
Marie.
[Trembling.] I will!
[They look into each other's eyes and clink glasses.]
Gertrude.
[Hesitatingly.] I, too, George!
George.
[Stroking her hair sadly, patronizing.] Yes, yes; you, too.
Brauer.
[Suddenly bursting out.] You--you idiots! What do you know about it, anyway? I--I didn't understand it myself, but I have a presentiment there is something sinful about it all!