What words are those?
Idle words. It is children that are afraid of words.
There will be something more than words, as surely as I am a man.
If you were a man you would not threaten, you—
If we were somewhere else, you would not taunt—
Get out, I say—
[FORESTER almost at the same time puts his finger in his mouth and gives a shrill whistle.]
If you no longer—
FORESTER (stepping between the two).
Rebellious boys! Hold your peace! Don’t you dare to strike, either one of you! You confounded fellow! When I need a guardian I certainly shall not select a greenhorn. Is it I who is master here or is it some one else? What business have you here, fellow? Get you gone into the forest; look after Weiler that he does not loaf; then take out a dozen maple trees from the nursery and put them up in damp moss; see to it that the messenger from Haslau does not have to wait when he comes. Not a word! Along with you!
[ANDREW obeys and goes, after having cast a threatening look at ROBERT, to which the latter replies.]
And you, Mr. Stein; good-day, Mr. Stein. You know what I mean.
If you would intercede with your father; but gently and kindly! And if you would bring him back!
Then I should see how truly you love me, Robert.
FORESTER (less roughly).
Don’t come again before that. Good-by, Robert. And leave that girl alone.
I am going. But come what may, I shall not resign my claim upon Mary. [Exit.]
Is everything to turn out unlucky today? And you, cousin, are you also going to leave us?
Well! If one insists on running his head through a wall, I’m not the fool to hold my hand in between.
In the Manor House
STEIN alone, seated.
Confound his obstinacy! The whole fine day spoiled! Otherwise we should now be at table. I suppose he is right after all, that this clearing serves no goad purpose. But is that a reason why he should put me into this rage? It is true, I should have been wiser than he. Probably my excitement was also partly to blame.—I am only sorry for his wife—and the children. I am going to—[Rises, then sits down again.] Do what? Repair one foolish action with another? Be as rash in yielding as I was in taking offense? The old hotspur! But that shall serve me as a lesson.