Reiss. Attained your wish! Is that a reply, when 10,000 pounds have fallen to my lot? Is that the behaviour of a daughter to her father on so happy an occasion.
Soph. Dear father, will not you permit me to reflect a little on those that have lost that immense sum.
Reiss. They are entire strangers to us both, no way related to us.
Soph. The legacy was left by a stranger too.
Reiss. And now it is mine; and if thou wilt not rejoice with me--
Soph. Excuse me, I cannot.
Reiss. Then I will call in persons from the street, that they may share my pleasure. (Pauses.) Speak, unnatural child, and rejoice!
Soph. I am silent, I do not wish to offend you, I love you with all the tenderness of a dutiful child.
Reiss. Would I had a son that knew how to place a due value on this, to enjoy it, to double it, then it would be worth while! But now, when I wish to enjoy the result of all my plans, and the successes I have met with in all my life, I have your sentimental feelings to encounter; and then I would rather relate my happiness to one of the ever-green pyramids in the garden than to you.
Soph. O heaven!