I feel that I ought to warn you of just one thing more. She has never seemed to consider you as anything more than a fatherly sort of friend.
Ebeling.
H'm! (Laughs bitterly.) Even though I'm a couple of years younger than----, I've certainly acted more like a father to her. But you're probably right. (Knocking.) Come in. (Bonath enters.)
Bonath.
I've let the clerks go home. Have you any further orders, Herr Ebeling?
Ebeling.
You can go, too, Bonath. But tell my man to answer the door.
Bonath.
Very well, Herr Ebeling. Good evening. (Bonath goes out.)
Ebeling.