SOPHY.
Mary wants to say good-night to you.
FORESTER.
Can't you say it yourself, silly thing?
MARY (mastering her emotion).
Good-night, father.
FORESTER.
Good-night. You need not wait for me tomorrow when you are going to your uncle. Perhaps I shall have gone out by that time. I have an errand; don't know whether I shall come back tomorrow. And take Nero along—and whatever else is there; take everything along. I no longer need anything—but my tools, my short rifle and—powder and bullets. The other rifles you may sell. Go to Wilkens, you poor thing, he perhaps will get Robert for you yet—after I have gone; after people have once forgotten that your father was a dismissed man.
MARY.
Good-night.