STEIN.
That's the last straw! Now you too must come along and set me fuming.
ROBERT.
Father, you have me fetched away from the betrothal festivities like a child from his playthings. But I am no child to whom one gives and takes away as one likes. I have your word, and you must keep it. Do you intend to sacrifice my happiness to a whim? Paternal authority cannot go so far.
STEIN.
But tell me, what is your object in saying this?
ROBERT.
I wish to ask you whether you intend to bring about a reconciliation between the forester and yourself.
STEIN.
Boy, how can you dare to ask? Do you mean to call me to account? Go to that obstinate fellow. It is he that is in the wrong; it is he that must yield!