Fred. Your suppositions crowd so upon me--
Soph. Not my suppositions, but truth. Had you satisfactory truth to return, you would not hesitate so much.
Fred. It may be easily conceived, that the difference of rank between him and us will occasion many trifling differences, for which we blame my brother more than we ought perhaps.
Soph. It may be so partly;--but then it should be no more than trifling, and as such ought always to be removed by him who has the advantage.
SCENE IX.
Enter Gernau.
Gernau, startled at Frederica's dress, discovers the satin gown;--steps forward; once more looks at Frederica, bows politely to Sophia, and is going to withdraw.
Fred. Stay, if you please.--
Gern. I do not wish to intrude.
Soph. No ceremonies; our conversation is at an end. It is not the last we shall have, I hope. In that case it has been of use, if not to us all, most certainly to me. Frederica is greatly embarrassed, while Gernau, unable to conceal his chagrin, and to keep his countenance, examines the satin.
Soph. (observing both.) If I mistake not, Sir, you have a particular interest that every dress should become this amiable girl;--you certainly are of my opinion, that all the pretty things her brother has just now sent her cannot add to her charms. (Curtesies to him and to Frederica.) Good bye. (Goes.)