Stra. Leave me! leave me! Every one tries to form a circle, of which he may be the centre. As long as there remains a bird in these woods to greet the rising sun with its melody, I shall court no other society.
Bar. Do as you please to-morrow; but give me your company this evening.
Stra. [Resolutely.] No!
Bar. Not though it were in your power, by this single visit, to secure the happiness of your friend for life?
Stra. [Starting.] Ha! then I must—But how?—
Bar. You shall sue in my behalf to Mrs. Haller—You have the talent of persuasion.
Stra. I! my dear Steinfort!
Bar. The happiness or misery of your friend depends upon it. I'll contrive that you shall speak to her alone. Will you?
Stra. I will; but upon one condition.
Bar. Name it.