Enter Count and Mrs. Haller.
Count. Zounds! do you think I am Xenocrates; or like the poor sultan with marble legs? There you leave me tête-a-tête with Mrs. Haller, as if my heart were a mere flint. So you prevailed, brother. The Stranger will come then, it seems.
Bar. I expect him every minute.
Count. I'm glad to hear it. One companion more, however. In the country we never can have too many.
Bar. This gentleman will not exactly be an addition to your circle, for he leaves this place tomorrow.
Count. But he won't, I think. Now, Lady Wintersen, summon all your charms. There is no art in conquering us poor devils; but this strange man, who does not care a doit for you all together, is worth your efforts. Try your skill. I shan't be jealous.
Countess. I allow the conquest to be worth the trouble. But what Mrs. Haller has not been able to affect in three months, ought not to be attempted by me.
Mrs. H. [Jocosely.] Oh, yes, madam. He has given me no opportunity of trying the force of my charms, for I have never once happened to see him.
Count. Then he's a blockhead; and you an idler.
Sol. [Without.] This way, sir! This way!