And do you really think he would tell you?
Marie.
I am sure he will.
Gertrude.
Oh, Marie, how grateful I shall be to you----
Marie.
[Pushes her out of the door.] Go now, go! [Stretches herself.] Ah--ah--ah---- [Calls softly.] George! [There is a knock at the door.] Come in!
Paul.
[Enters.] Pardon me, Miss Marie; is Mr. Brauer in?