[Embracing Gertrude.] Will you forgive me, darling?
Gertrude.
[Timidly.] I have nothing to forgive!
Marie.
Do not say that! I have done everything--everything--you must----
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Brauer.
Well, my dear Pastor, time stands still for no one; so you had better stop excusing yourself and empty your glass. 'Twill all come out right in the end.
Pastor.
I think I had better go now; for here every one is making fun of me.