Fires of St. John

Nonsense! tell him to come in.

Marie.

Yes, papa.

George.

Good-morning, Marie.

Marie.

Good-morning, George. [Exit.]

Brauer.

Gertrude, come here. Now remember, my dear, such conduct is not at all becoming to a full-grown young lady.

Gertrude.

My dear, sweet papa, I am so ashamed of myself--I--I'll never do it again--never. But it's so funny--ha, ha, ha! he is gone on Marie----

Mrs. Brauer.

My dear, remember you are now a bride and it would be far more proper to say----

George.

Smitten with her?

Mrs. Brauer.

[Somewhat reproachfully.] George!!!

Brauer.

Sh, sh--silence!

[During following scene, Marie noiselessly clears off the table.]

Pastor.

[Enters.] I should not have dared to annoy the ladies at this early hour, if----

Brauer.

[Laughingly.] Eight o'clock is not so very early in the count