Reiss. (displeased.) Let it be converted into a morning-gown for yourself.
Sell. A morning-gown!--Ay, that will do. Rose colour becomes my complexion. I thank you, it shall. I will have it lined with lawn. I will have it made up directly. (Going.)
Reiss. And have the fellow secured.
Sell. Directly! the morning-gown made up, and the fellow arrested! I thank you for extricating me out of this embarrassment.
[Exit.
Reiss. Blockhead!--My whole existence is at stake;--once won, won for ever!
SCENE III.
Enter Sophia.
Soph. Father, I beg--
Reiss. Yes, you will soon beg.--Begone, be gone!