BARON.
Could I have thought a creature so insignificant as that, had power to excite sensations such as I feel at present! I am, indeed, worse than he is, as much as the crimes of a man exceed those of an idiot.
Enter AMELIA.
AMELIA.
I heard the Count leave you, my Lord, and so I am come to enquire——
BARON.
[sitting down, and trying to compose himself]. You are not to marry count Cassel—And now, mention his name to me no more.
AMELIA.
I won’t—indeed I won’t—for I hate his name.—But thank you, my dear father, for this good news [draws a chair, and sits on the opposite side of the table on which he leans.—And after a pause] And who am I to marry?
BARON.
[his head on his hand]. I can’t tell.
[Amelia appears to have something on her mind which she wishes to disclose.]
AMELIA.
I never liked the Count.
BARON.
No more did I.
AMELIA.
[after a pause]. I think love comes just as it pleases, without being asked.