Brauer.
Some one of the family perhaps, upstairs. Very well, then all is well, my boy! Good-night, my son.
George.
Good-night, uncle!
[Brauer exits, shaking his head.]
George.
[Sits at table--tries to read--listens, goes to door C.--calls out softly into the garden.] Who is there? [Still softer.] Is that you, Marie?
Gertrude.
[Whining outside.] It's only me!