You mean to say that I—my own child—
ANDREW.
Mother! Mother!
[He and the PASTOR are busy about her, at the table to the right.]
STEIN (who in the meantime is trying to keep the FORESTER away from her).
Hands off, you madman!
FORESTER.
Madman? God grant that I am!
[A knock is heard; he steps back in horror and stretches out his hands toward the door, as if warding off something.]
Nonsense! What do you want, the whole lot of you? Why, that is Mary. She is standing outside, and does not dare to come in, because she ran out in the night. She hasn't the courage. I am severe—oh, I am severe! Silly wench!