[Exit Brackenburg. Mother. Thou sendest him away so soon! Clara. I am curious; and, besides--do not be angry, Mother--his presence pains me. I never know how I ought to behave towards him. I have done him a wrong, and it goes to my very heart to see how deeply he feels it. Well, it can't be helped now! Mother. He is such a true-hearted fellow! Clara. I cannot help it, I must treat him kindly. Often without a thought, I return the gentle, loving pressure of his hand. I reproach myself that I am deceiving him, that I am nourishing in his heart a vain hope. I am in a sad plight! God knows, I do not willingly deceive him. I do not wish him to hope, yet I cannot let him despair! Mother. That is not as it should be. Clara. I liked him once, and in my soul I like him still I could have married him; yet I believe I was never really in love with him. Mother. Thou wouldst always have been happy with him. Clara. I should have been provided for, and have led a quiet life. Mother. And through thy fault it has all been trifled away. Clara, I am in a strange position. When I think how it has come to pass, I know it, indeed, and I know it not. But I have only to look upon Egmont, and I understand it all; ay, and stranger things would seem natural then. Oh, what a man he is! All the provinces worship him. And in his arms, should I not be the happiest creature in the world? Mother. And how will it be in the future? Clara. I only ask, does he love me?--does he love me?--as if there were any doubt about it. Mother. One has nothing but anxiety of heart with one's children. Always care and sorrow, whatever may be the end of it! It cannot come to good! Thou hast made thyself wretched! Thou hast made thy Mother wretched too. Clara (quietly). Yet thou didst allow it in the beginning. Mother. Alas! I was too indulgent; I am always too indulgent. Clara. When Egmont rode by, and I ran to the window, did you chide me then? Did you not come to the window yourself? When he looked up, smiled, nodded, and greeted me, was it displeasing to you? Did you not feel yourself honoured in your daughter? Mother. Go on with your reproaches.