MR. ANHALT.
Are in love! [starting] And with the Count?
AMELIA.
I wish I was.
MR. ANHALT.
Why so?
AMELIA.
Because he would, perhaps, love me again.
MR. ANHALT.
[warmly]. Who is there that would not?
AMELIA.
Would you?
MR. ANHALT.
I—I—me—I—I am out of the question.
AMELIA.
No; you are the very person to whom I have put the question.
MR. ANHALT.
What do you mean?
AMELIA.
I am glad you don’t understand me. I was afraid I had spoken too plain. [in confusion].