Right merrily off we go.
[The song dies away in the distance.
[Margit enters the hall by the door on the right.
Maid.
God save us, my lady, have you left your bed?
Margit.
I am well. Go you and sleep. Stay—tell me, are the guests all gone?
Maid.
No, not all; some wait till later in the day; ere now they are sleeping sound.
Margit.