Brauer.
Of course, you are a perfect heathen! But I say, our assistant pastor must have been terribly put out. He had been preparing for that same address for days. He looked rather crestfallen; but then, there is no help for it.
George.
Pardon me, uncle; in order to save time, I must ask you for an interview.
Brauer.
What, again? Can't you wait till afternoon?
George.
No! Before the ceremony, if you please.
Brauer.
[Startled.] Wha--oh, I see. I suppose now you will demand more than I am willing to give? Marie, leave us [Paul enters.] Well, what now?