[Mrs. Ferguson is now sitting opposite Mrs. Stewart with Blacklock. Ferguson joins the group at the fire.]
Blacklock: If Mr. Burns would humour me before I go, might I ask for another of his—masterpieces.
The Duchess: Yes—please.
Burns: Will Mrs. Stewart favour me—the duet you were speaking of?
[Mrs. Stewart goes to the piano, and they sing.]
She
As I gaed down the water-side,
There I met my shepherd lad,
He row’d me sweetly in his plaid,
And ca’d me his dearie.