The King. But it can scarcely pierce through the screen of leaves here.
Clara. When the sun shines down like this and the leaves tremble—
The King. The sunshine seems to tremble too.
Clara. Yes, but it makes one feel as if everything were trembling—even deep down into our hearts!
The King. That is true.—Yes, its homes are the most precious things a nation makes. Their national characteristics mean reverence for their past and possibilities for their future.
Clara. I understand better now what you meant.
The King. When I said I wanted to begin at the beginning?
Clara. Yes. (A pause.)
The King. I cannot do otherwise. My heart must be in my work.
Clara (smiling). My father had his heart in his work, too.