The one is good, the other is not necessary. As soon as I sell my Sunday clothes I shall myself be able to satisfy the people who have a claim of a few thalers against me. And that I shall do tomorrow, for as a sailor [_To himself_]--There, it is out! [_Aloud_]--I shall no longer need them! ANTONY. What kind of talk is that again? CARL. This is not the first time you have heard it, but today you may answer me as you will! My mind is made up! ANTONY. You are of age, that is true! CARL. And just because I am of age I am not defiant about it! For in my opinion birds and fishes should not quarrel over the question whether it is better in the water or in the air. Just one thing--either you will never see me again, or else you will clap me on the shoulder and say: Well done! ANTONY. We'll wait and see! I shall not have to pay off the fellow that I have taken on in your place. That's all. CARL. I thank you. ANTONY. Tell me: Did the bailiff, instead of taking you by the shortest way to the burgomaster, really lead you around through the whole town and-- CARL. Up the street, down the street, across the marketplace like a carnival ox! But do not doubt it--I shall settle up with him too before I go! ANTONY. I do not blame you for that, but I forbid you to do it! CARL. Ho! ANTONY. I'll not let you out of my sight! I myself would run to the man's aid, if you tried to attack him! CARL. I thought that you loved my mother too! ANTONY. I shall prove it! SCENE XI SECRETARY (_staggers in; he is pale, and is holding a handkerchief against his breast_). Where is Clara? [_He falls into a chair_.] God!--Good evening! Thank Heaven that I had time to get here!--Where is she? CARL. She went to--Where is she? Her talk--I am afraid--[_Exit_.] [Illustration: DEATH AS FRIEND _From a Drawing by Alfred Rethel_] SECRETARY. She is avenged! The scoundrel is done for! But I too am--Oh, why did it have to be?--God! Now I cannot-- ANTONY. What's the matter with you? What ails you? SECRETARY. It is nearly up with me! Give me your hand on it, that you will not cast off your daughter--do you hear?--will not cast her off, if she-- ANTONY. That is strange talk! Why should I, pray--Ha! My eyes are opening!--Was I right after all in suspecting?-- SECRETARY. Give me your hand! ANTONY. No! [_He puts both hands into his pockets._] But I will clear the way for her--she knows that! I have told her so. SECRETARY (_horrified_). You told her!--unhappy girl! Now for the first time I quite understand-- CARL (_rushes in_). Father! Father! There is somebody lying in the well! If only it is not-- ANTONY. The long ladder! Hooks! Ropes! Why do you delay? Quick! Even were it the bailiff! CARL. Everything is already there! The neighbors arrived before me! If only it is not Clara!-- ANTONY. Clara? [_He grasps the table._] CARL. She went to draw water, and they found her handkerchief! SECRETARY.