Mrs. Felton.—Yes, they come.
Squire.—My dear madam, let them come.
[Enter Dingle and Em’ly, Leslie and Dorothy, Weatherspout and Miss Philp, 2 L. E., followed by masqueraders; all countermarch to music, and take final positions as follows: Dingle and Em’ly R. C., Leslie and Dorothy L. C., Weatherspout and Miss Philp R., masqueraders form semi-circle in rear.]
Squire (Removing mask).—As your host I bid you each and all unmask.
(All unmask.)
Miss Philp (Astonished).—Only look! (Aside) Old as sin!
Squire.—I will first present my daughter.
Dingle (Bows to Em’ly).
Squire.—Ladies and gentlemen (takes Dorothy’s hand), this is Miss Dorothy Clyde (all bow).
Dingle (Aside).—The widow’s daughter! (Aloud to Em’ly) Surely, this is a joke; are you not Miss Clyde?