COUNT.
Bravo, Colonel! A charming thought! This will give me an opportunity to use my elegant gun: the but is inlaid with mother-of-pearl. You cannot find better work, or better taste.—Even my coat of arms is engraved.
BARON.
But can you shoot?
COUNT.
That I have never tried—except, with my eyes, at a fine woman.
BARON.
I am not particular what game I pursue.—I have an old gun; it does not look fine; But I can always bring down my bird.
Enter SERVANT.
SERVANT.
Mr. Anhalt begs leave——
BARON.
Tell him to come in.—I shall be ready in a moment. [Exit Servant.
COUNT.
Who is Mr. Anhalt?
AMELIA.
Oh, a very good man. [With warmth.]
COUNT.
“A good man.” In Italy, that means a religious man; in France, it means a cheerful man; in Spain, it means a wise man; and in England, it means a rich man.—Which good of all these is Mr. Anhalt?