Clara. I knew it? And implacable?
The King. Yes.
Clara. I feel it! (Nestles closer in his arms.)
The King. Are you afraid?
Clara. Yes!
The King. Dear, when you see him perhaps your fear will go.
Clara. Yes, only let me see him! Whatever he says, let me see him!
The King. Within twelve hours from now you shall! And I shall be with you.
Clara. The finest thing about you is your kindness. Oh, I am so glad you have come! I could not endure my fears any longer.
The King. There are dissensions going on about you!