Scene 4
Clara (alone).
Now I ought to be glad. O God! And all I can think of is—“It’s only you now.” And yet I feel as if I’m bound to think of something soon that will put it all right again.
Clara (alone).
Now I ought to be glad. O God! And all I can think of is—“It’s only you now.” And yet I feel as if I’m bound to think of something soon that will put it all right again.