_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! and my lady, my young master, and Agnes may rejoice! for the priest, quite worn out with waiting for one couple, is now marrying another--is marrying the lady Ulrica to your nephew! He! he! he! _Bar._ (_to countess._) Marrying Ulrica to your nephew. _Count._ To _my_ nephew, sir--to a man as far above the Ravensburgs in rank, as in accomplishments! _Ul._ (_throwing open the window_) aunt! we're married aunt! _Count._ Transporting sight! There! (_to the baron._) Married to her cousin, great count Roland! _Chris._ (_putting his head out of the window._) No, to me! to cousin Christopher! who said, all along, that aunt would be as kind to poor, as rich relations! and who on the baron's giving him his choice, this morning walked _out_ of the chateau; but, now, having sent the promised express, and expecting all his Franconia cousins, says, "in," till the honey-moon's over! [_Shutting the window immediately, and he and Ulrica disappear._ _Bar._ There he is again! there's the nephew of the countess Roland!