AGATHA. Not a word.--But in time of war, you know, letters miscarry.

FREDERICK. Nor did he ever return to this estate?

AGATHA. No--since the death of his mother this castle has only been
inhabited by servants--for he settled as far off as Alsace, upon the
estate of his wife.

FREDERICK. I will carry you in my arms to Alsace. No--why should I
ever know my father, if he is a villain! My heart is satisfied with a
mother.--No--I will not go to him. I will not disturb his peace--O
leave that task to his conscience. What say you, mother, can't we do
without him? [Struggling between tears and his pride.] We don't want
him. I will write directly to my captain. Let the consequence be what
it will, leave you again I cannot. Should I be able to get my
discharge, I will work all day at the plough, and all the night with my
pen. It will do, mother, it will do! Heaven's goodness will assist
me--it will prosper the endeavours of a dutiful son for the sake of a
helpless mother.

AGATHA [presses him to her breast]. Where could be found such another
son?

FREDERICK. But tell me my father's name, that I may know how to shun
him.

AGATHA. Baron Wildenhaim.

FREDERICK. Baron Wildenhaim! I shall never forget it.--Oh! you are