PASTOR.
You intend—
STEIN.
You ask?—I am going to the old man! I am going to brush away those caprices in spite of all Wilkens and Möllers!
PASTOR.
That's right! I am with you. [Rises.]
STEIN (stops).
Wait a moment, parson. Am I to have had that good idea in vain? Listen, what came into my mind a little while ago—as if straight from heaven! Parson, what do you say if this very day I should transfer Düsterwalde to Robert as his own independent property? He could reinstate the old man with all honors, and nobody's dignity would be hurt. I shall immediately draw up the deed of transfer. Go quickly to the forester's house, parson.
PASTOR.
With this message—