Mrs. Felton.— (Start) Oh, my!
Mercy.—I’ve lost my mistress and I want to find her. It’s time to go home.
Squire.—The masqueraders are coming; (Mrs. Felton and Squire mask) you will soon see your mistress. (Waltz music in distance, to continue until masqueraders enter, when change to march.) They are now dancing the last waltz.
Mrs. Felton.—How sweetly the strains of music fall upon the ear.
Squire (Extending his arms).—Do you waltz, my dear madam?
Mercy.—The idea!
Mrs. Felton (Retreating).—Oh, no, no, no.
Mercy.—Here they come!
(Squire and Mrs. Felton take position C. Mercy L. E.)
Squire.—They come, my dear Mrs. Felton.