Weatherspout.—The door was open and it seemed kind o’ natural to walk right in—so Leslie and—(turning to door) why, I thought he came in! We have just helped ourselves to a draught of your delicious spring water.
Em’ly (Goes to door).—Come in, Leslie.
[Enter Leslie Raymore.]
Leslie.—Pardon my intrusion, ladies; I assure you I had no idea you were engaged.
Mrs. Felton.—You are welcome.
Dorothy. and Em’ly.—No apology is necessary.
Weatherspout.—Ladies, Mr. Raymore has been in my employment for a number of years; in fact, since his boyhood. I have every confidence in his honor and integrity.
Squire.—We all know Leslie, and every one is acquainted with you, Mr. Weatherspout: and it is exceedingly gratifying to hear of the cordial relations which exist between two such worthy men—but you were about to say—
Weatherspout.—I was about to remark that I have come here solely for the purpose of attending the masquerade ball to-night.
Leslie.—Mr. Weatherspout has stated the fact. I showed him the invitation from Squire Clyde, and he gave me permission