Amelia.
But he has conjured me——
Anhalt.
I have endeavoured, my Lord, to find out——
Amelia.
Yet, I am ſure, dear papa, your affection for me——
Anhalt.
You wiſh to ſay ſomething to me in your cloſet, my Lord?
Baron.
What the devil is all this converſation? You will not let one another ſpeak—I don’t underſtand either of you.
Amelia.
Dear father, have you not promiſed you will not thwart my affections when I marry, but ſuffer me to follow their dictates.
Baron.
Certainly.
Amelia.
Do you hear, Mr. Anhalt ?
Anhalt.
I beg pardon—I have a perſon who is waiting for me—I am obliged to retire. [Exit in confuſion.
Baron. [calls after him].
I ſhall expect you in my cloſet. I am going there immediately.[Retiring towards the oppoſite door.]
Amelia.
Pray, my Lord, ſlop a few minutes longer: I have ſomething of great importance to ſay to you.
Baron.
Something of importance! to plead for the young man, I ſuppoſe! But that’s a ſubject I muſt not liſten to. [Exit.
