Mother.
Well, child, I will pray for you. And as for this Leonard of yours, love him as he loves God, neither more nor less. That’s what my old mother said to me when she was leaving this world, and giving me her blessing. I’ve kept it long enough and now I’ll pass it on to you.
Clara (giving her a bunch of flowers).
There!
Mother.
I’m sure that came from Karl.
Clara (nods, then aside).
I wish it did! If anything is to give her real pleasure, it’s got to come from him.
Mother.
Oh, he’s a good boy and loves his mother. (Goes.)