Brauer. Come, come, my child--time enough for that after the ceremony. Come! [_All follow him to the door. When_ George _reaches door he turns, and as he takes one parting glance at_ Marie, Brauer _pushes him off_. Marie _stands motionless, looking after them, handkerchief in mouth, nervously forcing it between her teeth_.] [_Curtain_.] END OF PLAY.