Yes, Clara, you talked about keeping one’s word, and just because I _am_ a man of my word, I am compelled to answer as I do. I broke with you a week ago. You can’t deny it. There lies the letter. (_He passes the letter; she takes it mechanically._) I had good reason to; your brother--you say he’s been cleared. I’m glad to hear it. In the course of this week I have made promises elsewhere. I had a perfect right to, because you didn’t protest at the right time against my letter. In my own mind I was as free as before the law. Now you’ve come, but I’ve already given my word and taken somebody else’s, yes--(_aside_) I wish it were so!--she’s in the same condition as you.--I’m sorry for you--(_stroking back her hair_, CLARA _passive, as if she did not notice it_), but you’ll understand that the mayor is not to be trifled with. CLARA (_absently_). Trifled with! LEONARD. Now, you’re getting sensible. And as for your father, you can tell him straight to his face that he’s to blame for it all. Don’t stare at me like that, don’t shake your head; it is so, my girl, it is so! Just tell him so; he’ll understand and keep quiet, I’ll answer for it. (_Aside._) When a man gives away his daughter’s dowry, he needn’t be surprised if she’s left on the shelf. It puts my back up to think of it, and almost makes me wish the old boy was here to be lectured to. Why do I have to be cruel? Simply because he was a fool! Whatever happens, he’s responsible for it, that’s clear. (_To_ CLARA.) Would you like me to talk to him, myself? I’ll risk a black eye for your sake and go to him. He can be as rude as he likes, he can throw the boot-tree at me, but he’ll have to swallow the truth, in spite of the belly-ache it gives him, and leave you in peace. Be assured of that. Is he at home? CLARA (_standing up straight_). Thank you. (_Going._) LEONARD. Should I come across with you? I’m not afraid. CLARA.