BARON [sitting down, and trying to compose himself]. You are not to
marry count Cassel--And now, mention his name to me no more.

AMELIA. I won't--indeed I won't--for I hate his name.--But thank you,
my dear father, for this good news [draws a chair, and sits on the
opposite side of the table on which he leans.--And after a pause] And
who am I to marry?

BARON [his head on his hand]. I can't tell.

[Amelia appears to have something on her
mind which she wishes to disclose.]

AMELIA. I never liked the Count.

BARON. No more did I.

AMELIA [after a pause]. I think love comes just as it pleases, without
being asked.

BARON. It does so [in deep thought].

AMELIA [after another pause]. And there are instances where, perhaps,
the object of love makes the passion meritorious.

BARON. To be sure there are.

AMELIA. For example; my affection for Mr. Anhalt as my tutor.

BARON. Right.