LOUISE. Nothing, father [_with a forced laugh_]. Nothing at all. VENNEMA. Must you see her? Can't you say that you are about to go away on a trip and that you cannot see her? Say that, and let us go. LOUISE. Oh, it's nothing. I will just speak to her, and then we will go at once. [_She laughs again in a forced manner._] VENNEMA. But why are you so excited? SOPHIE [_entering_]. Madam, the lady has gone away. She left this. [_She extends a visiting card._] But-- LOUISE. What is it, Sophie? SOPHIE. She told me to tell you that you must think of the bay mare. Here is her card. LOUISE [_excitedly_]. Oh, a card [_tries to restrain herself_]. Give it to me. SOPHIE. Then she said nothing about Elsa and the race. [_Louise takes the card and goes a little to the side._] VENNEMA. What's the matter, Louise? What ails you? LOUISE [_deeply affected_]. Father, father! [_She looks from the card to her father with tears in her eyes; then she goes mutely toward the couch, sits down, and stares blankly in front of her._] LOUISE [_sobbing_]. I can't do it! VENNEMA [_takes the visiting card from her hands_]. Must you pay all that? Have you lost all that money? LOUISE. Yes. VENNEMA. Through gambling? LOUISE. Yes. VENNEMA. Good God! Gambling, too? And to-night you must pay all that money. SOPHIE [_entering excitedly with a small bunch of flowers_]. Madam, Madam. LOUISE [_looks up slowly and sees the flowers_]. What is it? SOPHIE. These are the compliments of Mr. De Brandeis. LOUISE. Mr. De Brandeis? SOPHIE. The gentleman is waiting below in a carriage. VENNEMA. Tell that gentleman to go away. LOUISE. It was too beautiful, too good to be true. Now it will never be. VENNEMA. Why not? I shall give you the money. LOUISE. Father, I tell you it can never be. VENNEMA. What do you mean? What are you going to do, Louise? LOUISE. Father, I can't go back home with you. [_To Sophie._] Take the flowers and tell Mr. De Brandeis that--that-- [_Vennema sinks into a chair. Sophie stands at the door with the flowers. Van der Elst stands listening anxiously._] LOUISE [_with a sob in her throat_]. Tell him, that I am going to stand by him. [_She stands looking at the door, twitching her handkerchief nervously._] [_Curtain._] THE GRANDMOTHER A PLAY BY LAJOS BIRO Authorized Translation by Charles Recht. Copyright, 1920, by Charles Recht. All rights reserved. CHARACTERS THE GRANDMOTHER. HER GRANDCHILDREN: THE BLOND YOUNG LADY. THE BRUNETTE YOUNG LADY. THE BRIDE. THE VIVACIOUS GIRL. THE MELANCHOLY GIRL. THE SENTIMENTAL HIGH SCHOOL GIRL. THE JOVIAL YOUNG MAN. THE POLITE YOUNG MAN. THE DISAGREEABLE YOUNG MAN. All rights reserved by Charles Recht and John Biro, 47 West 42nd Street, New York. Applications for permission to produce THE GRANDMOTHER must be made to Mr. Charles Recht. THE GRANDMOTHER A PLAY BY LAJOS BIRO