[Caressing her.] But darling, it is all done for your sake!
[During this, George looks at her disapprovingly, while Marie casts a timid glance at him.]
Brauer.
[Enters.] At last you have come. Where in thunder have you been all day? It almost seemed to me as if you were trying to avoid me!
George.
But, uncle----
Brauer.
Well, girls, have you prepared the pastor's eggnog?
Marie.
Oh, I had entirely forgotten it.