matter.--Why do I cry?--Am I not well?

Enter Mr. ANHALT.

Ah! good morning, my dear Sir--Mr. Anhalt, I meant to say--I beg pardon.

ANHALT. Never mind, Miss Wildenhaim--I don't dislike to hear you call
me as you did.

AMELIA. In earnest?

ANHALT. Really. You have been crying. May I know the reason? The
loss of your mother, still?--

AMELIA. No--I have left off crying for her.

ANHALT. I beg pardon if I have come at an improper hour; but I wait
upon you by the commands of your father.

AMELIA. You are welcome at all hours. My father has more than once
told me that he who forms my mind I should always consider as my
greatest benefactor. [looking down] And my heart tells me the same.

ANHALT. I think myself amply rewarded by the good opinion you have of
me.

AMELIA. When I remember what trouble I have sometimes given you, I
cannot be too grateful.

ANHALT [to himself]. Oh! Heavens!--[to Amelia]. I--I come from your