MR. ANHALT.
I shall judge with all the lenity my religion dictates: and you are the prisoner of a nobleman, who compassionates you for the affection which you bear towards your mother; for he has sent to the village where you directed him, and has found the account you gave relating to her true.—With this impression in your favour, it is my advice, that you endeavour to see and supplicate the Baron for your release from prison, and all the peril of his justice.
FREDERICK.
[starting]. I—I see the Baron! I!—I supplicate for my deliverance.—Will you favour me with his name?—Is it not Baron——
MR. ANHALT.
Baron Wildenhaim.
FREDERICK.
Baron Wildenhaim! He lived formerly in Alsace.
MR. ANHALT.
The same.—About a year after the death of his wife, he left Alsace; and arrived here a few weeks ago to take possession of his paternal estate.
FREDERICK.
So! his wife is dead;—and that generous young lady who came to my prison just now is his daughter?
MR. ANHALT.
Miss Wildenhaim, his daughter.
FREDERICK.
And that young gentleman, I saw with him this morning, is his son?
MR. ANHALT.
He has no son.
FREDERICK.
[hastily]. Oh, yes, he has—[recollecting himself]—I mean him that was out shooting to-day.