BOY (_enters_).
I’ve brought some flowers. I haven’t to say who’s sent them.
LEONARD.
Oh, what lovely flowers! (_Strikes his brow._) The devil! That’s
stupid! _I_ should have sent some! How am I to get out of it?
I don’t know much about these things, and the little girl will
notice it; she has nothing else to think about. (_Takes the
flowers._) But I won’t keep them all. (_To_ CLARA.) These mean
remorse and shame, don’t they? Didn’t you once tell me that?
[CLARA _nods_.
LEONARD (_to the boy_).
Look here, boy. These are for me. I put them here, you see, over
my heart. These, red ones here, that burn like a glowing fire,
you can take back. Do you understand? When my apples are ripe you
can come again.
BOY.
That’s a long time yet! (_Goes out._)