Second Bailiff.
Master Anthony, compose yourself! Everybody knows you’re the honestest man in the town.
Anthony.
Is that so? (Laughing). Yes, I’ve used up all the honesty there was in the family. Poor boy! There was none left for him. She, too—(pointing to the dead body)—was far too respectable. Who knows whether my daughter——(Suddenly to Clara.) What do you think, my innocent child?
Clara.
Oh, father!
Second Bailiff (to Adam).
Have you no sympathy?
Adam.
Sympathy? Am I feeling in the old man’s pockets? Am I making him take his socks off and turn up his boots? I meant to begin with that, for I hate him, as I never hated, since that affair at the inn, when he——You know the story and you’d have been insulted too, if you’d any self-respect in you. (To Clara.) Where’s your brother’s room?