Winth. (takes hand). My pleasure, madam.
Char. And my thanks, sir.
[He bows to her.
Fair (enters with the wrap, placing it about her shoulders). Oh, mother, bring him back to me!
[Enter Cupid.
Cupid. Missus, de cerrige is ready.
Mrs. S. Try and get me there, Cupid.
Cupid. I gwine get you dar ef de Lord spars me.
[Exit Mrs. S., Charlotte and Cupid. Winthrop stands looking in a longing way at Fair, who follows her mother with her eyes 'till she is off, then she slowly turns.