not sacrifice my Amelia to the will of others, as I myself was
sacrificed. The poor girl might, in thoughtlessness, say yes, and
afterwards be miserable. What a pity she is not a boy! The name of
Wildenhaim will die with me. My fine estates, my good peasants, all
will fall into the hands of strangers. Oh! why was not my Amelia a
boy?

Enter AMELIA--[She kisses the Baron's hand.]

AMELIA. Good morning, dear my lord.

BARON. Good morning, Amelia. Have you slept well?

AMELIA. Oh! yes, papa. I always sleep well.

BARON. Not a little restless last night?

AMELIA. No.

BARON. Amelia, you know you have a father who loves you, and I believe
you know you have a suitor who is come to ask permission to love you.
Tell me candidly how you like Count Cassel?

AMELIA. Very well.

BARON. Do not you blush when I talk of him?

AMELIA. No.

BARON. No--I am sorry for that. aside] Have you dreamt of him?