Gertrude.
[Embraces him joyfully.] My darling George----
Brauer.
Come, come, my child--time enough for that after the ceremony. Come!
[All follow him to the door. When George reaches door he turns, and as he takes one parting glance at Marie, Brauer pushes him off. Marie stands motionless, looking after them, handkerchief in mouth, nervously forcing it between her teeth.]
[Curtain.]