Chris. I'll try, aunt.
Count. (hastily going to the door of the chateau.) Oliver! the priest has long been waiting. (to Christopher.)
Chris. (going to the door and calling loudly.) Oliver!
Enter Oliver
Show in the nephew of the countess Roland. (Oliver shows astonishment, and looks at the countess, who nods assent.) You see! Conduct me to my lov'd betrothed Ulrica. (countess nods assent, and gives Christopher the key of Ulrica's apartment.) You see! Lead on, my little twaddling old butler. Lol de rol, lel lol! (exit, kissing his hand to countess and Ulrica, and making Oliver go in before him.)
Count. There! There's match-making, and here——
Enter baron Ravensburg and attendants.
So, sir—have you found your runaway son?
Bar. I have, countess—I've trac'd him to Corbey abbey, and he's so closely pursued, that I shall soon employ the priest now, and make amends for my low suspicions about that rascally impostor! that fellow, with his Franconian express! I know, except your niece——
Count. (haughtily.) I have a nephew, Sir, a nephew now in the chateau, whose name you may have heard. Count Roland, sir.