Ho! ho! Tell that to your father, young man!
ROBERT.
For your obstinacy. I have your word, and Mary has mine; I am a man, and will be no scoundrel.
FORESTER.
And because you will not be a scoundrel, I am to be one? Shall people say: "Ulrich caused a quarrel between father and son?" Sir, my girl is too good to have it said of her that she stole into your family. Mr. Stein, this is my home. You know what I mean.
SOPHY.
At least let the children—
FORESTER.
Do something foolish? And you look on; and afterward you can do nothing better than weep.