“The anchor’s lightly lifted,
The rudder’s quickly shifted,
Away she flies with ease.”
Tell me now, did he doubt my guilt for a moment? Didn’t he comfort himself as usual with his overwise: “I expected it. I always thought as much. It had to come to that.” If you’d done it, he’d have killed himself. I’d like to see him if you went the woman’s way. He’d feel as if he was with child himself,—with the devil, too.
Clara.
Oh, how that tears my heart! I must go!
Karl.
What do you mean?
Clara.
I must go into the kitchen—what else? (Clutches at her brow.) Yes, that’s what I came home to do. (Goes out.)