AMELIA.
Oh, yes—I was in the garden at five o’clock; it is very fine.
BARON.
Then I’ll go out shooting. I do not know in what other way to amuse my guest.
Enter Count CASSEL.
COUNT.
Ah, my dear Colonel! Miss Wildenhaim, I kiss your hand.
BARON.
Good morning! Good morning! though it is late in the day, Count. In the country we should rise earlier.
[Amelia offers the Count a Cup of tea.]
COUNT.
Is it Hebe herself, or Venus, or——
AMELIA.
Ha, ha, ha! Who can help laughing at his nonsense?
BARON.
[rather angry]. Neither Venus, not Hebe; but Amelia Wildenhaim, if you please.
COUNT.
[Sitting down to breakfast]. You are beautiful, Miss Wildenhaim.—Upon my honour, I think so. I have travelled, and seen much of the world, and yet I can positively admire you.