Have you no pity?
ADAM.
Pity? Am I prying into the old fellow's pockets? Am I forcing him to take off his stockings and turn his shoes inside out? I meant to start out with doing that—for I hate him like poison, ever since that time in the tavern when he—you know what I refer to, and you would feel insulted too, if you had any self respect about you!
[To CLARA.]
Where is your brother's room?
CLARA (points).
Back there!
[Both Bailiffs, exeunt.]
CLARA.
Father, he is innocent! He must be innocent! He is your son, my brother!