Is that so? (_Laughing_). Yes, I’ve used up all the honesty there was in the family. Poor boy! There was none left for him. She, too--(_pointing to the dead body_)--was far too respectable. Who knows whether my daughter----(_Suddenly to_ CLARA.) What do you think, my innocent child? CLARA. Oh, father! SECOND BAILIFF (_to_ ADAM). Have you no sympathy? ADAM. Sympathy? Am I feeling in the old man’s pockets? Am I making him take his socks off and turn up his boots? I meant to begin with that, for I hate him, as I never hated, since that affair at the inn, when he----You know the story and you’d have been insulted too, if you’d any self-respect in you. (_To_ CLARA.) Where’s your brother’s room? CLARA (_pointing_). At the back. (BAILIFFS _go off_.) Father, he’s innocent! He must be! He’s your son, and he’s my brother! ANTHONY. Innocent, when he’s murdered his mother? (_Laughs_). GIRL (_with letter to_ CLARA). From Mr. Leonard. (_Goes out._) ANTHONY. You don’t need to read it. He’s deserted you. (_Claps his hands._) Bravo, you rascal! CLARA (_after reading_). My God, he has! ANTHONY. Never mind him. CLARA. But, father, I must! ANTHONY. Must! Must! What do you mean? Are you----(BAILIFFS _return_). ADAM (_maliciously_). Seek and ye shall find! SECOND BAILIFF (_to_ ADAM). What are you thinking about? Was it true, then? ADAM. Hold your jaw. (_Both go out._) ANTHONY. He’s innocent, and you, you---- CLARA. Oh, father, you’re awful! ANTHONY (_takes her by the hand, very gently_). My daughter, Karl is a bungler after all. He killed his mother, but what of that? His father’s left alive. You help him out! You can’t expect him to do it all by himself. You finish _me_ off! The old tree looks pretty knotty yet, doesn’t it? But it’s shaking already. It won’t give you much trouble to fell it. You don’t need an axe. You’ve a pretty face. I’ve never praised you before, but let me tell you now, to give you courage and confidence. Your eyes and nose and mouth are sure to please; you turn into--you understand!--but it seems to me you’re that way already. CLARA (_almost demented, flings herself with upraised arms at the dead woman’s feet, and calls out like a child_). Oh, mother, mother! ANTHONY. Take the hand of the dead and swear to me that you are as you should be. CLARA. I--swear--that--I--will--never--bring--shame--upon--you. ANTHONY. Good. (_Puts his hat on._) It’s a fine day. We’ll run the gauntlet, up street and down street. (_Goes out._) ACT II SCENE--SAME. SCENE 1 ANTHONY _gets up from table_. CLARA _begins to clear away dishes_. ANTHONY. Have you still no appetite? CLARA. I’ve had enough, father. ANTHONY. Enough of nothing! CLARA. I had a bite in the kitchen. ANTHONY.