Child! child! You be as innocent as a dove, and I will be as wise as a serpent. Then, since a man and his wife are one, we shall entirely satisfy the demand of the Gospel. [_Laughs_.] Neither was it altogether an accident that young Hermann was drunk at the most important moment of his life. You have surely never heard that the fellow is given to drinking? CLARA. Not a word. LEONARD. The fact made the execution of my scheme all the easier. It was done with three glasses. I had a couple of friends of mine waylay him. "May one drink to your health?"--"Not now!"--"Oh, that is all arranged, you know. Your uncle"--"And now, drink, my brother, drink!"--This morning when I was on my way to you, he stood leaning on the bridge and gazing dejectedly down at the river. I greeted him sarcastically, and asked him if he had dropped anything into the water. "Yes," he answered, without looking up, "and perhaps it would be well for me to jump in after it." CLARA. You bad man! Get out of my sight! LEONARD. You mean it? [_Moves, as if to go_.] CLARA. Oh, my God, I am chained to this man! LEONARD. Don't be a baby! And now one more word in confidence: Does your father still keep the thousand thalers in the apothecary shop? CLARA. I know nothing about it. LEONARD. Nothing about so important a matter? CLARA. Here comes my father. LEONARD. Understand me! The apothecary is said to be on the verge of bankruptcy--that's why I asked! CLARA. I must go into the kitchen! [_Exit_.] LEONARD (_alone_). Well, I guess there is nothing to be got here! I can't understand it at all; for Master Antony is one of those fellows whose ghost, if you should accidentally put one too many letters on his gravestone, would haunt you until you took it off. For he would regard it as dishonest to appropriate more of the alphabet than he was properly entitled to. SCENE V _Enter_ LEONARD; _Master_ ANTONY. ANTONY. Good morning, Mr. Cashier! [_He takes off his cap and puts on a woolen cap_.] Is it permissible for an old man to keep his head covered? LEONARD. You know then-- ANTONY. Since yesterday evening. When I was going over in the dusk to take the deceased miller's measure for his final sleeping room, I heard a couple of your good friends slandering you. I thought right away: I guess Leonard has not broken his neck.--At the house I heard more about it from the sexton, who had come to console the widow, and, incidentally, to get drunk. LEONARD. And you had to let Clara find out about it from me? ANTONY. If you didn't care enough about it to give the girl that pleasure yourself, why should I do it? I don't light any candles in my house except those that belong to me. Then I know that nobody is going to come and blow them out, just as we are beginning to enjoy them. LEONARD. Surely you don't think that I-- ANTONY.