Marie.
Oh, I am already much composed.
Brauer.
[Raises her head.] Yes--you look it.
Gertrude.
Oh, papa, don't torment her so.
Brauer.
Now, then, go and take a good nap.
Marie.
Not yet, papa dear, I can't. I must speak with George first. About the large bookcase--I really don't know where to place it.