Clara.
Go, now go!
Sec. (to himself, broodingly).
Or shoot the dog dead that knows it. If he only had pluck! If he’d only show himself! Could I force him? I wouldn’t fear to meet him.
Clara.
I beg you——
Sec. (going out).
After dark! (Turns round and seizes Clara’s hand.) Girl, here you stand—(Turning away.) Thousands of her sex would have cunningly concealed it, only to murmur it into one’s ear in some hour of sweet forgetfulness. I feel what I owe you. (Goes out.)
Scene 6
Clara (alone).