Reiss. But, what heaven has sent me--
Clar. The property of orphans!
Reiss. You would not have me rob my child of the divine blessings which, without the least solicitation on my part, have devolved upon me from a strange person?
Clar. Your daughter, is not poor. The children of Brunnig are all beggars.
Reiss. Aye, good man, we will manage that, we will manage it!
Clar. How so?
Reiss. O heaven! Yes, we will send the children to the hospital to receive a christian education, and to be instructed, and I will--
Clar. To what hospital?
Reiss. To ours, of which I am the director, and you a trustee.
Clar. That will not do.