Enter, at the opposite door, THOMAS, the footman.
Footman. Sir, would you please to come into our servants’-hall, only for one instant: there’s one wants to speak a word to you.
Christiern. Oh, I cannot stay another moment: I must go home: who is it?
Footman. ‘Tis a poor man who has brought in two carts full of my master’s baggage; and my master begs you’ll be so very good as to see that the things are all right, as you know ‘em, and no one else here does.
Christiern (with impatience). How provoking!—a full hour’s work:—I sha’n’t get home this night, I see that:—I wish the man and the baggage were in the Gulf of Finland. {Exeunt.}
SCENE—The apartment where the COUNT, ELEONORA, CHRISTINA, &c., were dancing.
Enter Mrs. ULRICA, eading the two children.
Christina. Ha! Mrs. Ulrica, and her little godson.
Mrs. Ulrica. My lady, I beg pardon for presuming to interrupt; but I was so proud of my little godson and his sister, though not my goddaughter, that I couldn’t but bring them up, through the very midst of the company, to my master, to praise them according to their deserts; for nobody can praise those that deserve it so well as my master—to my fancy.
Eleonora (aside). Nor to mine.