Reiss. Bravo, bravo!
P. Coun. His mansion--
Reiss. Right, right!
P. Coun. His dress--
Reiss. Very necessary.
P. Coun. Those pitiful caps of my sister--
Reiss. Oh, nice! Oh! there you remove a heavy weight from my mind. And then the chief object, that law-suit--
P. Coun. You cannot lose it. The will--?
Reiss. I will stick to that, as if rivetted to it with iron.
P. Coun. It speaks in your favour in all its forms.