Karl.
You might get me a drink of water first—but it must be cold.
Clara (quickly).
I’ll fetch it from the well.
Karl.
Well, if you like; it isn’t far.
Clara.
Thanks! Thanks! That was the only thing that troubled me. The deed itself was bound to betray me. Now they will say—“She’s had an accident. She fell in.”
Karl.
Take care, though; they haven’t nailed that plank on yet.