Enter Solomon.
Sol. The Stranger begs leave to have the honour—
Count. Welcome! Welcome.
[Exit Solomon.
[Turns to meet the Stranger, whom he conducts in by the hand.]
My dear sir—Lady Wintersen—Mrs. Haller—
[Mrs. Haller, as soon as she sees the Stranger, shrieks, and swoons in the arms of the Baron. The Stranger casts a look at her, and struck with astonishment and horror, rushes out of the room. The Baron and Countess bear Mrs. Haller off; Count following, in great surprise.]