Karl.
She seems very queer! (Sings.)
“There comes a daring seabird
With greetings from the West.”
Clara (comes in again).
The last thing’s done now. Father’s evening jug is by the fire. When I closed the kitchen door behind me and realised I should never go in again, I shivered to the very soul. So shall I leave this room, so this house, and so the world.
Karl (sings, walking up and down. Clara in background).
“The sun it flames down daily
And the little fishes gaily
Do sport around their guest.”