tinctions of rank no longer part us--when men will be only men--I shall bring nothing with me save my innocence!--Yet often has my father told me, that at the Almighty's coming riches and titles will be worthless; and that hearts alone will be beyond all price.--Oh! then shall I be rich!--There, tears will be reckoned for triumphs, and purity of soul be preferred to an illustrious ancestry. Then, then, mother, shall I be noble!--In what will he then be superior to the girl of his heart?
MRS. MILL. (starts from her seat.) Louisa! the baron! He is jumping over the fence! Where shall I hide myself?
LOUISA (begins to tremble). Oh! do not leave me, mother!
MRS. MILL. Mercy! What a figure I am, I am quite ashamed! I cannot let his lordship see me in this state!
LOUISA-FERDINAND. (He flies towards her--she falls back into her chair, pale and trembling.--He remains standing before her--they look at each other for some moments in silence.--A pause.)
FERDINAND. So pale, Louisa?
LOUISA (rising, and embracing him). It is nothing--nothing now you are here--it is over.
FERD. (takes her hand, and raises it to his lips). And does my Louisa still love me?--My heart is yesterday's; is thine the same? I flew hither to see if thou wert happy, that I might return and be so too.--But I find thee whelmed in sorrow!
LOUISA. Not so, my beloved, not so!
FERD. Confess, Louisa!--you are not happy. I see through your soul as clearly as through the transparent lustre of this brilliant.--No spot can harbour here unmarked by me --no thought can cloud your brow that does not reach your lover's heart. Whence comes this grief? Tell me, I beseech you! Ah! could I feel assured this mirror still remained unsullied, there'd seem to me no cloud in all the universe! Tell me, dear Louisa, what afflicts you?
LOUISA (looking at him with anxiety for a few moments), Ferdinand! couldst thou but know how such discourse exalts the tradesman's daughter-----