Frederick.
So! his wife is dead;—and that generous young lady who came to my priſon juſt now is his daughter?
Anhalt.
Miſs Wildenhaim, his daughter.
Frederick.
And that young gentleman, I ſaw with him this morning, is his ſon?
Anhalt.
He has no ſon.
Frederick [haſtily].
Oh, yes, he has—[recollecting himſelf]—I mean him that was out ſhooting to-day.
Anhalt.
He is not his ſon.
Frederick [to himſelf].
Thank Heaven!
Anhalt.
He is only a viſitor.
Frederick.
I thank you for this information; and if you will undertake to procure me a private interview with Baron Wildenhaim——
Anhalt.
Why private? However, I will venture to take you for a ſhort time from this place, and introduce you; depending on your innocence, or your repentance—on his conviction in your favour, or his mercy towards your guilt. Follow me. [Exit.
Frederick. [following].
I have beheld an affectionate parent in deep adverſity.—Why ſhould I tremble thus?—Why
