Mab.—It is not surprising we should like it, we dance very beautifully.
H.—I congratulate you. I hope I shall have an opportunity of seeing your performance.
(Bows and passes on.)
L.—Oh, what a very rude man!
Mab.—I can't understand it at all. I quite thought we should have been the belles of the ball.
M.—Then suppose, my children, we go to the refreshment-room and have some ices? Perhaps we may find some partners there. (Gets up.)
L.—Come, then.
M.—Oh, here comes the princess, leaning on the prince's arm.
(Enter the Prince and Cinderella. Lucy, Mabel, and the Mother make sweeping curtseys.)
Cinderella.—What strange-looking ladies!