SCENE VII.
Enter Sophia.
Clar. Whom have I the honour to--(Bows, and all the rest rise.)
Soph. Without ceremony, my friends,
Fred. It is Miss Reissman, father!
Soph. Give me leave to wait for your son, Sir, who is to introduce me to your acquaintance, (To Frederica.) We have seen one another already.
Clar. Miss Reissman? So--(with a smile.) The daughter of Mr.----; do not take it amiss.
Soph. What?
Fred. Father, let it rest there.
Clar. Yes, yes! We do not like to mention any thing about it. You, you are welcome wherever you go; and so you are to me, God knows! Sit down here near an old man, if you have no objection. (Gern. reaches her a chair.)
Soph. I know how to value the honour of this seat.
Clar. You have a good opinion of my son.
Soph. Yes, good Sir.
Clar. He is rather in an odd predicament to day; but I hope things will take a better turn.
Soph. I sincerely hope so, good father.