LEANARD.
Oh, what pretty flowers!
[He beats his brow.]
The devil! How stupid of me! I should have sent Some! How can I get out of it? I do not understand such things, and the little girl will take it to heart! She has nothing else to think about!
[He takes the flowers.]
But I shall not keep all of them.
[To Clara] How about it? These here signify repentance and shame, don't they? Did you not say that to me once?
CLARA (nods.)
LEANARD (To the boy).
See here, boy, these are for me. I fasten them on me here, you see—where my heart is. These, these dark red ones, which burn like a dismal fire, you may take back. Do you understand? As soon as my apples are ripe, you may come for some!