Brauer.
But you can do that later, can't you?
Marie.
I fear I might forget it.
Brauer.
Very well; I am going down to look after the cow. Will you come, wife?
Mrs. Brauer.
[Rising and putting up her handwork.] Yes, dear.
Brauer.
[To Marie.] And one thing more,--don't you put your foot outside of the gate without an escort hereafter! Understand? Not once!