Count. Sir, we have never met; but at the first glance I fancied I recognised you. I wished it might be Major von Tellheim.Your hand, sir; you have my highest esteem; I ask for your friendship. My niece, my daughter loves you.
Count. Right, my son. I see your heart can speak, though your lips cannot. I do not usually care for those who wear this uniform. But you are an honourable man, Tellheim; and one must love an honourable man, in whatever garb he may be.