Miss Philp (Takes his arm).—What a dreamy, soul-inspiring night.
Weatherspout (Yawning).—Very.
[They exit L.]
Squire (From without).—I will tell you. Step this way.
(Enter Squire and Leslie R., each holding mask in hand) Knowing that Dingle was anxious to identify my daughter, and that Miss Philp was dying to meet Dingle, I instructed a trusty servant to mislead them by making certain remarks within their hearing. The thing has worked like a charm, and the most ludicrous blunders have resulted.
Leslie.—I thought that Dorothy was unusually interested in the movements of certain couples. So the little rogue is a party to your conspiracy!
Squire.—The motive justifies the means; I desire to reclaim an arrogant young man and a silly woman; both are difficult cases, yet I hope to succeed.
Leslie.—Some one is calling—hark!
Mercy (Without).—Quick! quick! Squire, quick! (Enters L. running) Oh! oh! oh—!
Squire.—Speak, girl, what is amiss?