Time of day: Morning.
[Gertrude busy at breakfast-table.]
Brauer.
[Enters with Paul, from R.] Confound it! Everything seems to go wrong this morning!
[Throws his cap on chair, angrily.]
Gertrude.
[Happily.] Good-morning, papa!
Brauer.
Morning, my child. Such carelessness! You ought to be ashamed of yourself. If this thing had happened earlier in the season, out on the meadows--but at this time of the year--!!! Oh! Confound it all, anyway!!!!! It is inexcusable!!!