Grob. Well, the declaration shall be drawn up without delay. Heaven bless you, dear Sir, for thus taking the part of a poor fellow-townsman!
[Exit.
Reiss. My duty, my duty!--Bravo, little Selling, that is prettily managed!
SCENE IV.
Enter Counsellor Selling.
Sell. Old Wellenberg wishes to call on you.
Reiss. Has he taken any steps yet with the Doctor, concerning the mad patient?
Sell. No, the Doctor is breathing his last.
Reiss. If God should call him off, the calumniator will escape a very serious action in this world. Now my claims and the will have been confirmed, I will, of my own accord, make the children a handsome present.
Sell. Very laudable!