when an oppressed bosom can only find relief in some desperate remedy. I love thee, Louisa! Thou shalt be mine! 'Tis resolved! And now for my father!     

    [He rushes out, and is met by the PRESIDENT. 

  

       SCENE VI.     

    MILLER, MRS. MILLER, LOUISA, FERDINAND, PRESIDENT, with SERVANTS. 

       PRESIDENT (as he enters). So! here he is! (All start in terror.)     

       FERDINAND (retiring a few paces). In the house of innocence!     

       PRESIDENT. Where a son learns obedience to his father!     

       FERDINAND. Permit me to——     

       PRESIDENT (interrupting him, turns to MILLER). The father, I presume?     

       MILLER. I am Miller, the musician.     

       PRESIDENT (to MRS. MILLER). And you, the mother?     

       MRS. MILLER. Yes, alas! her unfortunate mother!     

       FERDINAND (to MILLER.) Father, take Louisa to her chamber—she is fainting.     

       PRESIDENT. An unnecessary precaution! I will soon arouse her. (To LOUISA.)       How long have you been acquainted with the President's son?     

       LOUISA (with timidity). Of the President's son I have never thought. Ferdinand von Walter has paid his addresses to me since November last.     

       FERDINAND. And he adores her!     

       PRESIDENT (to LOUISA). Has he given you any assurance of his love?     

       FERDINAND. But a few minutes since, the most solemn, and God was my witness.     

       PRESIDENT (to his son angrily). Silence! You shall have opportunity enough of confessing your folly. (To LOUISA.) I await 

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