Clara.
Leonard, I’m my father’s daughter. I don’t come as the sister of an innocent man whose name has already been cleared—that’s my brother;—nor as a girl who shudders at unmerited shame—for (in a low voice) I shudder more at you—I come in the name of the old man who gave me life.
Leonard.
What do you want?
Clara.
Can you ask? Oh, if only I were free to go! My father will cut his throat if I—marry me!
Leonard.
Your father——
Clara.
He has sworn it. Marry me!