Come, Mary.
MARY (at the door of her room she looks around, and runs again to him; embracing him, beside herself).
Good-night, good-night!
[She hurries to her room; SOPHY follows.]
FORESTER (looking after her).
My girl, my poor girl! It must not be here that I make an end of myself!—Confound it. Shame on you, old—
SCENE VI
WEILER; The FORESTER.
WEILER (greets him with a silent nod; he is very much excited; hangs the rifle on the rack and busies himself with the hunting utensils).
Well!