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[Looks at him, deeply pained.] You would have gone away from me without saying goodbye?

Yes, I thought that would be best; best for all of us. Our boxes were packed and everything settled. But of course when you sent for me, I [Holding out his hands to her.] Goodbye, mother.

[With a gesture of repulsion.] Don't touch me!

[Gently.] Is that your last word?

[Sternly.] Yes.

[Turning.] Good-bye to you, then, Aunt Ella.

[Pressing his hands.] Good-bye, Erhart! And live your life—and be as happy—as happy as ever you can.

Thanks, Aunt. [Bowing to ] Goodbye, father. [Whispers to ] Let us get away, the sooner the better.

[In a low voice.] Yes, let us.