AMELIA.
No, not at all.—Oh yes—once. [recollecting herself.]
BARON.
Ah! Now it comes!
AMELIA.
Once at a ball he trod on my foot; and I was so afraid he should tread on me again.
BARON.
You put me out of patience. Hear, Amelia! [stops short, and speaks softer.] To see you happy is my wish. But matrimony, without concord, is like a duetto badly performed; for that reason, nature, the great composer of all harmony, has ordained, that, when bodies are allied, hearts should be in perfect unison. However, I will send Mr. Anhalt to you——
AMELIA.
[much pleased]. Do, papa.
BARON.
——He shall explain to you my sentiments. [Rings.] A clergyman can do this better than——[Enter servant.] Go directly to Mr. Anhalt, tell him that I shall be glad to see him for a quarter of an hour if he is not engaged. [Exit servant.
AMELIA.
[calls after him]. Wish him a good morning from me.
BARON.
[looking at his watch]. The Count is a tedious time dressing.—Have you breakfasted, Amelia?
AMELIA.
No, papa. [they sit down to breakfast.]
BARON.
How is the weather? Have you walked this morning?