Enter Aulic Counsellor Reissman.
Reiss. Mr. Wellenberg!--
Well. Oh, that God--(Rises.)
Reiss. I want to speak with you.
Well. No, no! I will not.--Keep off, keep at six yards distance from me at least.
Reiss. I must have a private conversation with you.
Well. God forbid!
Soph. Dear Mr. Wellenberg grant it; I entreat you.
Well. Can I?--ask him.
P. Coun. I beg, I entreat you.