Holtzmann (startled, in a whisper).
Meixner?
George.
That's it.
Holtzmann (turning to Norbert).
Will you excuse me? Some one has sent for me.
Norbert.
Don't let me keep you. (Holtzmann and George go out. Norbert goes to the window, his hand shading his eyes, and gazes out eagerly. Richard comes in quietly and lays his portfolio on the writing-table.)
Norbert (turning toward him).
Father! Father! (He throws himself in Richard's arms. Richard thanks him with a smile.)