Honor: A Play in Four Acts
Book Excerpt
Heinecke. Parrots? That must be nice! Here only the rich folks can have 'em!
Robert. Yes, and if you only knew how I worried these last years, and even on the journey home, for fear I shouldn't find everything the way my longing had painted it!
Heinecke. Why?
Robert. There was a man--otherwise a dear friend, my best friend, too--who tried to prepare me for disappointment. You have become foreign, he said, and you shouldn't try to put together what Fate has separated so long ago--Heaven knows what else he said--and I was almost afraid of him, and you, and myself too! Thank God that doesn't bother me any more; every single thing has come out as I hoped! Everything I had imagined for ten years is exactly as I expected--there is Father--there's Mother, sweet and simple and (Tenderly) a bit of a chatterbox! (Stretching himself) But what are these two young arms for? Just watch! They've le