No, sir! At night she leaves there, only to reappear in the morning. Brauer. H'm! that would almost be sufficient reason---- George! George. Uncle? Brauer. I have changed my mind. You must accompany Marie! George. Just as you say, uncle! Brauer. And no quarreling this time, Marie! Marie. Yes, papa. Gertrude. [_On the veranda_.] There, there, look! The first bonfire!! [_Singing and laughter is heard in distance. A red glow is seen_.] Mrs. Brauer. Have you taken care, Mr. Paul, to keep them far enough away from the sheds? Paul. Yes, Mrs. Brauer! Mrs. Brauer. For you must know. Pastor, last year the sparks came very near setting fire to the straw roofs. Gertrude. There is a second one now, and there on the hill, another. See, George, see! How beautiful! George. Yes, yes, darling, I see! Gertrude. [_Pulls him forward softly_.] Why do you call me darling to-day? George. Well, shan't I? Gertrude. Oh, of course; but do you love me more to-day? George. I love you always, my pet! Gertrude. [_Softly and with emotion_.] But you usually call me "little one," and to-day nothing but "darling." Brauer. Now, then, Pastor, we are ready for the toast! Take up your glass, and fire away! Pastor. I am afraid it will be hardly as wicked and heathenish as you seem to expect. Brauer. Come, come, Pastor, don't keep us waiting! Pastor. Well, what shall I say? I am not going to preach you a sermon! Brauer. No, no, Pastor; we are content to wait for that till Sunday. Pastor. Well, then, you see, on a beautiful and dreamy night like this--may I say dreamy? Brauer. You may, Pastor, you may! Pastor. For we all dream at times, more or less, both young and old! Brauer. Ah, yes! that is a failing we all have!!! Pastor.