FORESTER.
Good-night. And now it's enough. You know I cannot bear lamentations.
MARY.
You are not going without me, father. You cannot live without me, father. Father, I now feel that in my heart.
FORESTER (protesting).
Yes, I can. What doesn't such a greenhorn feel!
MARY.
You turn away, father, so that I should not see you crying. Father, pretend you are ferocious, as much as you like—
FORESTER (wants to disengage himself).
Silly thing there—