[Goes out quickly to the right; from the water the Chorus is heard again.
Chorus.
Maybe I shall shatter my roaming bark,
But it’s passing sweet to be roaming!
[The boat slowly glides away as the curtain falls.
ACT SECOND.
Sunday afternoon. Well-dressed ladies and gentlemen are drinking coffee on the verandah. Several of the guests appear through the open glass door in the garden-room; the following song is heard from within.
Chorus.
Welcome, welcome, new plighted pair
To the merry ranks of the plighted!