AMELIA. No.

BARON. Don't you wish sometimes to speak to him, and have not the
courage to begin?

AMELIA. No.

BARON. Do not you wish to take his part when his companions laugh at
him?

AMELIA. No--I love to laugh at him myself.

BARON. Provoking! Aside.] Are not you afraid of him when he comes
near you?

AMELIA. No, not at all.--Oh yes--once. [recollecting herself.]

BARON. Ah! Now it comes!

AMELIA. Once at a ball he trod on my foot; and I was so afraid he
should tread on me again.

BARON. You put me out of patience. Hear, Amelia! [stops short, and
speaks softer. To see you happy is my wish. But matrimony, without
concord, is like a duetto badly performed; for that reason, nature, the
great composer of all harmony, has ordained, that, when bodies are
allied, hearts should be in perfect unison. However, I will send Mr.
Anhalt to you ----

AMELIA [much pleased]. Do, papa.