Yes, you see, Clara; you spoke about keeping one's word. Just because I am a man of my word I must answer you again as I have already answered once before. A week ago I wrote you a letter--you cannot deny it--there it lies! [_He hands her the letter, which she takes mechanically_.] I had reason--your brother--you say he is acquitted--I am glad of that! But during these eight days I have entered into a new relation. I had a right to do it, for you did not protest against my letter at the right time! I was free in my own conscience, as well as before the law. Now you come to me--but I have already given my promise and received another's! [_To himself._] I would it were so!--The other girl is already in the same predicament as you are! I am sorry for you, but [_He strokes her hair, and she permits it, as if she were absolutely unconscious of it_]--you understand?--One cannot trifle with the burgomaster! CLARA (_absent-mindedly_). Trifle with him! LEONARD. See! You are getting sensible! And as far as your father is concerned, you can say it boldly to his face that he alone is to blame. Do not stare at me so; do not shake your head! It is so, girl, it is so! Just tell him that! He'll understand it all right, and repent! I'll vouch for that! [_To himself._] Any man who gives away his daughter's dowry must not be surprised if she remains an old maid. When I think of that my back gets stiff, and I could wish that the old fellow were here to receive a lecture. Why must I be such a monster?--Only because he was a fool! Whatever happens as a result of that, he is to blame for it! That is obvious! [_To CLARA._] Or would you prefer to have me talk with him myself? For your sake I will risk a black eye and go to him. He may be rough with me, he may throw the boot-jack at my head, but he will have to swallow the truth in spite of the stomach-ache it gives him, and let you rest in peace!--Is he at home? CLARA (_stands up straight_). I thank you! [_Starts to go._] LEONARD. Shall I go over with you? I have the courage! CLARA.