SCENE III.
Enter Fredericka, (with a glass of wine, and a crust of bread on a plate.)
Fred. Father, the weather is very rough this morning.
Clar. Do you think so, my dear?
Fred. I cannot let you go out of the house so; you must take a glass of wine.
Clar. You are right, I think; (takes it.) Moreover, I shall be out a good while to day; (drinks;) perhaps I may not come home to dinner; (drinks;) bring my dinner then to the timber-yard.
Fred. With all my heart.
Clar. (looking at her.) I do not think you will do it with reluctance.
Fred. By no means. I will do it with pleasure. But my brother does not altogether relish it; and, in those little matters, I think we might please him.
Clar. (rises displeased.) I say, no! God bless him in the high station he fills! But that cannot be, if ever he should forget what he has been. And as his memory, in that respect, is daily impaired, it is necessary therefore to put him the oftener in mind of it.