Nothing? Is it a secret?
[He snatches LEONARD'S letter.]
Give me that! When the father is not here the brother is guardian!
CLARA.
I held fast to the scrap of paper, and yet the evening wind is so strong that it blows the tiles off the roofs. As I was passing the church one fell right in front of me, so that my foot struck against it. Oh, God! I thought—one more! And I stood still. That would have been fine; they would have buried me and said: "She met with an accident!"—But I waited in vain for the second.
CARL (has read the letter).
Thunder and—I'll lame the hand that wrote that!—Bring me a bottle of wine! Or is your savings box empty?
CLARA.
There is one more in the house. I had bought it secretly for mother's birthday and put it aside. Tomorrow would have been the day—[She turns away.]