Cottager.
Wife, wife, our preſent rector is likewiſe a very good man.
Wife.
Yes! But he is ſo very young.
Cottager.
Our late parſon was once young too.
Wife. [to Agatha.]
This young man being tutor in our Baron’s family, he was very much beloved by them all; and ſo the Baron gave him this living in conſequence.
Cottager.
And well he deſerved it, for his pious inſtructions to our young lady: who is, in conſequence, good, and friendly to every body.
Agatha.
What young lady do you mean?
Cottager.
Our Baron’s daughter.
Agatha.
Is ſhe here?
Wife.
Dear me! Don’t you know that? I thought every body had known that. It is almoſt five weeks ſince the Baron and all his family arrived at the caſtle.
Agatha.
Baron Wildenhaim?
Wife.
Yes, Baron Wildenhaim.
Agatha.
And his lady?
Cottager.
His lady died in France many miles from hence,
