Brauer.
Then bring it later--yourself.
Marie.
[With a glance at George.] Could not Gertrude bring it, papa? I have so much work to do!
Gertrude.
No, no, papa!!!
Brauer.
Yes, yes, you shall!--bring it up when done; and mind, you remain at the pastor's as long as your mother and I, this time. Understand?
Gertrude.
Oh, papa dear! The last time, the old pastor insisted upon holding my hand in his so long; and they are so cold and clammy, so shriveled and hairy, like the hands of the dead!