No, not forever! Only to keep me from falling—but no kiss!
SECRETARY.
Girl, you do not love him, you have your release—
CLARA (gloomily, straightening herself up again).
And yet I must go to him, I must throw myself on my knees before him and cry out: "Behold my father's white hairs! Take me!"
SECRETARY.
Unhappy girl! Do I understand you?
CLARA.
Yes!