SCENE XI
SECRETARY (staggers in; he is pale, and is holding a handkerchief against his breast). Where is Clara? [He falls into a chair.] God!—Good evening! Thank Heaven that I had time to get here!—Where is she?
CARL.
She went to—Where is she? Her talk—I am afraid—[Exit.]
[Illustration: DEATH AS FRIEND From a Drawing by Alfred Rethel]
SECRETARY.
She is avenged! The scoundrel is done for! But I too am—Oh, why did it have to be?—God! Now I cannot—
ANTONY.
What's the matter with you? What ails you?