Brauer. Attacked you? Marie. Not far from here. Brauer. As you came from the station? Marie. Yes. Brauer. Well, I never--but everyone around here knows you and your character; how did he look? was it a vagabond? Marie. [_Hesitatingly._] N--No. It was--a gentleman---- Brauer. Did he lay hands on you, or even try to touch you? Marie. No. Brauer. But you say he attacked you? Marie. Attacked me--yes! Brauer. You mean he followed you? Marie. Yes. Brauer. How far? Marie. As far as the gate, which I opened quickly and then he disappeared. Brauer. [_To the others_.] Now, what do you say to that? [George _shrugs his shoulders_.] There is something queer about it all. [_To_ Marie.] And that is what upset you so? Marie. Oh, I am already much composed. Brauer. [_Raises her head_.] Yes--you look it. Gertrude. Oh, papa, don't torment her so. Brauer. Now, then, go and take a good nap. Marie. Not yet, papa dear, I can't. I must speak with George first. About the large bookcase--I really don't know where to place it. Brauer. But you can do that later, can't you? Marie. I fear I might forget it. Brauer. Very well; I am going down to look after the cow. Will you come, wife? Mrs. Brauer. [_Rising and putting up her handwork_.] Yes, dear. Brauer. [_To_ Marie.] And one thing more,--don't you put your foot outside of the gate without an escort hereafter! Understand? Not once! Marie. But why not, papa dear? Brauer. After what has happened? But I never heard of such a thing--never, as long as I---- Mrs. Brauer. But, Henry, in broad daylight, it is hardly necessary---- Brauer. No matter; I have my reasons for that; besides--well, I'll tell you later. Mrs. Brauer. [_In passing taps_ Marie _on cheek_.] Now, pet, go and take a good rest. [_Both exit_.] Marie. You must go, too, Gertrude! Gertrude. [_Peevishly_.] But why should I?