135 In K., stage direction reads,“_Rises with difficulty._” All through this speech in K., the dialect is pronounced. 136 “nein” in K. 137 Not in K. 138 In K., “donner unt blitzen.” 139 Not in K. 140 “goot” in K. 141 In K., “of him.” 142 In K., speech ends, [_Moves painfully._] “My legs do seem as if they vould not come after me.” SCENE II.(143) _A well-furnished apartment in the house of_ KNICKERBOCKER. LORRENNA, _now a woman, enters._ LORRENNA. Alas, what a fate is mine! Left an orphan at an early age,—a relation’s bounty made me rich, but, to-day, this fatal day—poverty again awaits me unless I bestow my hand without my heart! Oh, my poor father! little did you know the misery you have entailed upon your child. KNICKERBOCKER _and_ ALICE _enter, arm in arm. They are much more corpulent than when seen in Act I and dressed in modern attire_,—ALICE _in the extreme of former fashion._ KNICKERBOCKER. Decided that cause in the most judgematical like manner. White wasn’t black. Saw that in a twinkling; no one disputed my argument. [_Speaking as entering._] Come along, spouse! Lauks! how you do waddle up and down, side to side, like one of our butter-laden luggers in a squall, as the Dutchmen have it. Ah, Lorrenna, you here? but you appear more depressed than customary. Those saddened looks are by no means pleasing to those who would ever wish to see you cheerful. What the dickens prevents your being otherwise when all around are so anxious for your happiness! LORRENNA. Truly, am I beholden for your protection and ever grateful. But to place a smile on the brow whilst sorrow lingers in the bosom is a deceptive penance to the wearer—painful to those around who mark and must perceive the vizard; to say that I am happy would be inconsistent with truth. The persecutions of Herman Van Slaus— ALICE. Ah! my dear Lorrenna, many a restless night have I had on that varlet’s account, as spouse knows. KNICKERBOCKER. That’s as true as there’s ghosts in the Catskills, as Dutchmen have it; for be darned if a single night passes that Alice suffers me to go to sleep peaceably. ALICE. Well, well; cheer thee, my niece; there is bounteous intelligence in store; nor think there is any idle fiction in this brain, as our divine poets picture. KNICKERBOCKER. There, there, Alice is getting into her romance again,—plain as my fist—she has been moonified ever since she became a subscriber for books at the new library! Planet struck, by gum, as philosophers have it, and— ALICE. And you have said so little to the purpose, that I must now interpose. My dear Lorrenna—Gustaffe—’tis your aunt who speaks— KNICKERBOCKER. There, now, pops in her word before a magistrate. LORRENNA. My Gustaffe! ha! say!— KNICKERBOCKER.