So say I. For there is not a muscle in that fellow's body which is not wicked.
ANDREW.
I am not afraid of him.
SOPHY.
Come, William; run into the garden. Get me some crown-imperials, snap-dragons, larkspurs—something big, so that it will look like something in the glass. The Steins will soon be here with Mr. Möller, the bookkeeper.
WEILER.
The old bachelor—
SOPHY.
Just look, Andrew, whether cousin Wilkens isn't coming yet.
[ANDREW and WILLIAM exeunt.]