No man can overlook that! Think of having to cast down one's eyes before a man into whose face one would like to spit!
[He presses CLARA wildly to him.]
Poor, poor girl!
CLARA.
Go now, go!
SECRETARY (to himself, brooding).
Or else one would have to shoot the dog who knows of it. Oh, that he had some courage about him! That he would stand up and fight! That one could force him to it! I should not be afraid of missing him!
CLARA.
I beg of you!
SECRETARY (going).