“I’m far from being hoary, And travelling’s my glory-- But whither? What care I?” SCENE 10 ANTHONY (_enters_). I owed you an apology for something, but if I excuse you for making debts secretly, and pay them for you into the bargain, I may be let off. KARL. The one’s good and the other is unnecessary. If I sell my Sunday clothes I can satisfy the people myself, that want a few shillings from me. When I’m a sailor--(_aside_) there, it’s out!--I shan’t want them. ANTHONY. What talk is this? KARL. It’s not the first time you’ve heard it, but say what you like, my mind’s made up this time. ANTHONY. Well, you’re old enough, that’s true. KARL. Just because I’m old enough, I don’t crow about it. But to my mind, fish and fowl shouldn’t quarrel as to whether it’s better in the air or in the water. One thing more. Either you’ll never see me again, or you’ll clap me on the shoulder and tell me I did right. ANTHONY. We’ll wait and see. I don’t need to pay off the man I’d engaged to do your work. What more is there in it? KARL. Thank you! ANTHONY. Tell me. Did the bailiff really take you right through the town to the mayor’s, instead of taking the shortest road? KARL. Up street and down street, and over the market place, like a Shrove Tuesday ox. But take my word for it--I shall pay him out before I go. ANTHONY. I can’t blame you, but I forbid you to do it. KARL. Ho! ANTHONY. I won’t let you out of my sight. If you tried to lay hands on him, I’d help the fellow myself. KARL. I thought you, too, were fond of mother. ANTHONY. I’ll prove that I was. SCENE 11 SECRETARY (_comes in weak and tottering, pressing a scarf to his breast_). Where’s Clara? Thank God I came here again. Where is she? (_Sinks into a chair._) KARL. She went to--Why, isn’t she back yet? Her talk--I am afraid---- (_Goes out._) SEC. She is avenged. The wretch lies---- But I too---- Why, O God! Now I can’t---- ANTHONY. What’s wrong? What’s the matter with you? SEC. It’ll soon be over. Don’t turn your daughter out. Give me your hand on it. Do you hear? Don’t turn her out, if she---- ANTHONY. This is strange talk. Why should I----? Oh, I’m beginning to see! Perhaps I wasn’t unjust to her? SEC. Give me your hand on it. ANTHONY. No! (_Puts both hands in his pockets._) But I’ll stand out of her way. She knows that. I’ve told her so. SEC. (_in horror_). You have--unhappy man, now I begin to understand you! KARL (_rushes in_). Father, father, there’s some one in the well! If only it isn’t---- ANTHONY. Bring the big ladder! Bring ropes and hooks! What are you tarrying for? Quick! Even if it’s the bailiff! KARL. Everything’s there already. The neighbours were there before me. If only it isn’t Clara! ANTHONY.