BARON. But him?

AMELIA. Yes, him.

BARON. Very fine indeed! And what was his answer?

AMELIA. He talked of my rank in life; of my aunts and cousins; of my
grandfather, and great-grandfather; of his duty to you; and endeavoured
to persuade me to think no more of him.

BARON. He acted honestly.

AMELIA. But not politely.

BARON. No matter.

AMELIA. Dear father! I shall never be able to love another--Never be
happy with any one else. [Throwing herself on her knees.]

BARON. Rise, I command you.

[As she rises, enter ANHALT.]

ANHALT. My Lord, forgive me! I have ventured, on the privilege of my
office, as a minister of holy charity, to bring the poor soldier, whom
your justice has arrested, into the adjoining room; and I presume to
entreat you will admit him to your presence, and hear his apology, or
his supplication.

BARON. Anhalt, you have done wrong. I pity the unhappy boy; but you