P. Coun. Your daughter,--without any inheritance whatever--
Reiss. With or without inheritance, that is all over; you shall not have her.
P. Coun. You may disinherit her, if you please, should I receive her hand against your will; but your daughter is mine according to your promise, and you can shew no cause for breaking it.
Reiss. (coldly.) Oh yes!
P. Coun. What? which?
Reiss. Some other time.
P. Coun. When? I desire to know it. I desire it, I tell you.
Reiss. You shall soon know it if you are in such a hurry.--I am now busy.
P. Coun. Sir, if Sophia were not your daughter--
Reiss. Ah, that is the thing. Go, your papa is waiting for you:--if you stay, he will come and take you away.