Serv. (exit.) Now it is done, (walking up and down pleased.) Now it is right, and--(stops suddenly,) but that perverse old-fashioned fellow, with his pious lamentations--Pshaw! my intended son-in-law must manage him, and that quickly too, or he shall not have the girl. He is in love with her and the money,--a twofold inducement! He is in my hand, because his conscience is not altogether free,--a triple security!
SCENE II.
Enter Sophia.
Soph. You have ordered--
Reiss. I congratulate you, my dear daughter, on your approaching nuptials with the Privy Counsellor. The suit is won; the bequest is confirmed; the money is mine; Victoria!
Soph. (coldly.) So?
Reiss. Yes, truly! Well, what does my dear child say?
Soph. You have carried off the prize.
Reiss. Yes! that is what I have just said.
Soph. Then you have attained your wish.