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, sincerity—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. AMELIA. And what is substituted in its stead? COUNT. Intrigue. AMELIA. What a poor, uncomfortable substitute! COUNT. There are other things—Song, dance, the opera, and war. [_Since the entrance of the_ Count _the_ Baron _has removed to a table at a little distance._ BARON. What are you talking of there? COUNT. Of war, Colonel. BARON. [_rising_]. Ay, we like to talk on what we don’t understand. COUNT. [_rising_]. Therefore, to a lady, I always speak of politics; and to her father, on love. BARON. I believe, Count, notwithstanding your sneer, I am still as much a proficient in that art as yourself. COUNT. I do not doubt it, my dear Colonel, for you are a soldier: and since the days of Alexander, whoever conquers men is certain to overcome women. BARON. An achievement to animate a poltroon. COUNT. And, I verily believe, gains more recruits than the king’s pay. BARON. Now we are on the subject of arms, should you like to go out a shooting with me for an hour before dinner? COUNT. Bravo, Colonel! A charming thought! This will give me an opportunity to use my elegant gun: the but is inlaid with mother-of-pearl. You cannot find better work, or better taste.—Even my coat of arms is engraved. BARON. But can you shoot? COUNT. That I have never tried—except, with my eyes, at a fine woman. BARON. I am not particular what game I pursue.—I have an old gun; it does not look fine; But I can always bring down my bird. _Enter_ SERVANT. SERVANT. Mr. Anhalt begs leave—— BARON. Tell him to come in.—I shall be ready in a moment. [_Exit_ Servant. COUNT. Who is Mr. Anhalt? AMELIA. Oh, a very good man. [_With warmth._] COUNT. “A good man.” In Italy, that means a religious man; in France, it means a cheerful man; in Spain, it means a wise man; and in England, it means a rich man.—Which good of all these is Mr. Anhalt? AMELIA. A good man in every country, except England. COUNT. And give me the English good man, before that of any other nation. BARON. And of what nation would you prefer your good woman to be, Count? COUNT. Of Germany. [_bowing to_ Amelia.] AMELIA. In compliment to me? COUNT. In justice to my own judgment.