Dol. [Rushing around excitedly.] Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
Morrell. [Stopping him.] Give us the news.
Dol. Hurrah! The war is over! Lee has surrendered to Grant!
Omnes. Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! [Wild excitement and joy.]
Reg. [Embracing Adrienne.] Then is our happiness complete. We shall never part again.
Dol. And I will, at last, leave my bachelorhood and worship at the shrine of my charming Anastasia!
Anas. [Falls in his arms.] You dear man!
Cor. [Aside.] She throws true nobility aside [pointing to himself] for such a presumptuous old fool! Oh! woman! woman! [Sighs deeply and walks aside.]
Hen. [Leading Hilda forward. To Morris.] If you will allow me, let me add my joy to the already o’erflowing cup! Hilda has—[Hilda pulls his coat.] I beg your pardon—Alice has promised to administer to my future joy, with your permission!
Morris. [Joins their hands.] Bless you, my children!