Fritz.
See, now you say to me all at once, "have pity"--Father, I am a dying man, I did not come here to make reproaches, but do you make none to me!
Major.
(Embracing him, and stroking his hair.) My son--my all--my boy--I don't permit--I will not----
Fritz.
Silence, silence, father! Mother should not hear that.
Major.
Yes, forgive me for giving way. It shall not happen again.... So how does the affair stand now?
Fritz.
I reported myself to the old man, that very night.