Enter Master Clarenbach.
Clar. What is the matter here?
Fred. Stop him!
Gern. Leave me!--
Clar. (lays hold of him.) Well, stop a moment! What is it? What, (looks round,) good heaven, what is all this!
Fred. My brother!--
Gern. (shoving the box towards him.) Counsellor Selling!
Clar. Where is my furniture? who had the impudence? who has permitted it? Girl, daughter, Frederica! where was you when all this was done? where is my furniture, my furniture? What are your intentions, people? (looking at the box.) What is that, what is it?
Gern. Counsellor Selling's livery.
Fred. An incomprehensible present for me.