Clara.
He behaved as if he were in a thieves’ den. Mother fell down and died the moment he opened his mouth.
Karl.
Good! If you hear in the morning that he’s been found dead, don’t curse the murderer.
Clara.
But, Karl, you won’t——
Karl.
I’m not the only enemy he’s got. He’s been attacked many a time. It would be no easy matter to spot the right man, unless he leaves his hat or his stick lying. (Drinks.) Whoever he is, I wish him luck.
Clara.
You’re talking——