Dingle (Sarcastic bow).—Don’t mention it, fair fortune-teller.
Dorothy.—If you knew me you would try to be more courteous; thus have you unmasked your nature, though your face is still unseen.
[Exit L.]
Dingle.—The saucy beggar! Well, in some natures poverty serves to intensify pride; I will seek the Squire.
[Exits R.]
(Enter Weatherspout and Miss Philp, Door F.; she leans upon his arm.)
Weatherspout.—The night is lovely; years and years ago it was my delight to wander forth beneath the moon’s soft rays—
Miss Philp.—Years and years ago! There! you talk like a sexagenarian. I will wager you what you will that you are under twenty-five! Aye, that I know your name!
Weatherspout.—In a few minutes the guests will assemble
and unmask; if you guess my name I will anticipate that ceremony. Can you not detect the tremor of age in my voice?