late in the day, Count. In the country we ſhould riſe earlier.
[Amelia offers the Count a Cup of tea.]
Count.
Is it Hebe herſelf, or Venus, or ——
Amelia.
Ha, ha, ha! Who can help laughing at his nonſenſe?
Baron [rather angry].
Neither Venus, nor Hebe; but Amelia Wildenhaim, if you pleaſe.
Count [Sitting down to breakfaſt].
You are beautiful, Miſs Wildenhaim.—Upon my honour, I think ſo. I have travelled, and ſeen much of the world, and yet I can poſitively admire you.
Amelia.
I am ſorry I have not ſeen the world.
Count.
Wherefore?
Amelia.
Becauſe I might then, perhaps, admire you.
Count.
True;—for I am an epitome of the world. In my travels I learnt delicacy in Italy—hauteur, in Spain—in France, enterprize—in Ruſſia, prudence—in England, ſicerity—in Scotland, frugality—and in the wilds of America, I learnt love.
Amelia.
Is there any country where love is taught?
Count.
In all barbarous countries. But the whole ſyſtem is exploded in places that are civilized.
