Mrs. Brauer.
But, Henry----
Brauer.
Well, it's so.
George.
If you will allow me! The wedding was set for the twentieth; therefore I obtained my first furlough from the nineteenth--and I trust you realize that I can't change the dates to suit myself. I arrived on the twentieth--and the wedding, of course--it was postponed.
Mrs. Brauer.
But, George dear, neither your home, nor anything else was ready.
George.
And besides, where am I to go? My own home is broken up; Marie has had everything torn up. By the way, has she returned?