to marry him there would be no need to think of a situation.
Margaret.
Don't ask me to do that, auntie.
Mrs. Schiller.
Why shouldn't you? Fritz would be so happy,
and as for me and the doctor—Why, here is the
doctor! [An elderly man has entered on R. He looks dejected.] Gottfried! You're home early to-day,
aren't you, dear?
Doctor.
[Sinking into a chair.] Yes, I am, Marie.
Mrs. Schiller.
[Anxiously.] Has anything—anything happened?
Doctor.
I'm dismissed.
Mrs. Schiller.
Dismissed from the College?
Doctor.
That's so. The governors held their quarterly
meeting to-day, and in the middle of a lesson they
sent for me. They were sorry—very sorry—but
since the sinking of that troopship public feeling had
become so strong against persons of enemy origin
that it was impossible to keep on an alien professor
any longer. So in the interests of the College they
were compelled—reluctantly compelled—to dispense
with my services immediately.
