_Chris._ Oh, sweet Ulrica! Oh, most savage--(_turns, and comes against
countess._) Mercy! do I see right?

_Count._ You see your aunt, the countess Roland, who regrets extremely
she didn't see you on your last visit--but you saw Ulrica; and if, as I
presume, you come once more to see her--(_Christopher more and more
frightened._) You do; your looks, your fears, your agitation proves it;
and to end at once yours, hers, and my anxiety--Ulrica!

_Chris._ Don't--don't alarm the family! Upon my honour. (_appealing._)

_Count._ When I selected the son of baron Ravensburg, I hadn't the honor
of knowing my charming nephew. (_curtsying very low, Christopher
staring, and beginning to brighten up._) But now I do know him! lest the
baron should return and spoil the present glorious opportunity--Ulrica!
(_Ulrica appears at the window._) Look, who's here--and at first sight,
he has so won my favour; and so excells these paltry Ravensburgs, that,
if you choose to be released, and instantly receive my dear lov'd
nephew's suit----

_Ul._ I'll try, aunt.

_Count._ And you! (_to Christopher._)

_Chris._ I'll try, aunt.

_Count._ (_hastily going to the door of the chateau._) Oliver! the
priest has long been waiting. (_to Christopher._)

_Chris._ (_going to the door and calling loudly._) Oliver!

_Enter_ Oliver

Show in the nephew of the countess Roland. (_Oliver shows astonishment,
and looks at the countess, who nods assent._) You see! Conduct me to my
lov'd betrothed Ulrica. (_countess nods assent, and gives Christopher
the key of Ulrica's apartment._) You see! Lead on, my little twaddling
old butler. Lol de rol, lel lol! (_exit, kissing his hand to countess
and Ulrica, and making Oliver go in before him._)

_Count._ There! There's match-making, and here----

_Enter_ baron Ravensburg _and attendants._

So, sir--have you found your runaway son?

_Bar._ I have, countess--I've trac'd him to Corbey abbey, and he's so
closely pursued, that I shall soon employ the priest now, and make
amends for my low suspicions about that rascally impostor! that fellow,
with his Franconian express! I know, except your niece----

_Count._ (_haughtily._) I have a nephew, Sir, a nephew now in the
chateau, whose name you may have heard. Count Roland, sir.

_Bar._ In my--in my chateau? I've seen--I know count Roland--and such a
guest I so rejoice to welcome. (_going hastily towards the door; Oliver
re-enters meeting him._)

_Ol._ And I rejoice