[Baron, in great agitation, walks backwards and forwards, then takes Anhalt by the hand.]
BARON.
“Friend, wish me joy—I will marry Agatha.”
MR. ANHALT.
I do wish you joy.
BARON.
Where is she?
MR. ANHALT.
In the castle—in my apartments here—I conducted her through the garden, to avoid curiosity.
BARON.
Well, then, this is the wedding-day. This very evening you shall give us your blessing.
MR. ANHALT.
Not so soon, not so private. The whole village was witness of Agatha’s shame—the whole village must be witness of Agatha’s re-established honour. Do you consent to this?
BARON.
I do.
MR. ANHALT.
Now the quarrel is decided. Now is your conscience quiet?
BARON.
As quiet as an infant’s. I only wish the first interview was over.