SCENE X.
Enter Aulic Counsellor Reissman.
Reiss. Mr. Wellenberg!--
Well. Oh, that God--(Rises.)
Reiss. I want to speak with you.
Well. No, no! I will not.--Keep off, keep at six yards distance from me at least.
Reiss. I must have a private conversation with you.
Well. God forbid!
Soph. Dear Mr. Wellenberg grant it; I entreat you.
Well. Can I?--ask him.
P. Coun. I beg, I entreat you.
Well. (after a pause?) Well, yes. Yes then, I will run the risk.
Soph. I thank you.
Well. But--(beckons the Privy Counsellor to come near him, and whispers to him.)
P. Coun. Yes, I will. Come along.
Reiss. (alarmed.) What,--what, will you?
P. Coun. Nothing that can give you any uneasiness.
Reiss. Where do you intend to go?
P. Coun. To win this hand and your esteem. Come along. (All exeunt, except Reissman and Wellenberg.)