CARL.
And the priest says God lurks in wine! [He drinks.] Let us see who is right! The bailiff was here at the house—how did he behave himself?
CLARA.
As if he had been in a den of thieves. No sooner had he opened his mouth than mother fell over and was dead!
CARL.
Good! If you hear tomorrow that the fellow has been found dead, then do not curse the murderer!
CLARA.
Surely you are not going to—
CARL.
Am I his only enemy? Has he not been often attacked already? Among so many it might be difficult to find the right man to attribute the deed to, unless he left his cane or hat on the spot! [He drinks.] Whoever it is: Good success to him!