Mercy.—Must you go home alone?
Weatherspout.—Not by any means. I shall see you both safely home.
Miss Philp (Aside).—He don’t look so aged after all. (Aloud) How kind, sir.
Squire.—Now that we have thrown off our masks, let us keep them off.
Mrs. Felton.—And let us clasp hands in the light of a perfect understanding.
(All join hands.)
Leslie.—This is mainly due to Dorothy Clyde—
Em’ly (Nods to Dorothy).—The Squire’s Daughter.
[Curtain.]
—Geo. M. Vickers.