Lord Cullen. [At the end of it.] Worse and worse. Could I have dreamed both the music and the dance and the dancer?
Lady Cullen. [Soothingly.] I am sure this was the case, my dear son.
Lord Cullen. [Rallying.] I heard her voice singing in the forest before ever she began to dance. It was the sweetest voice and song I ever heard. [Looking around.] Can any of these maid, sing to me, I wonder?
Marion. [Steps forward.] I only know one song, my lord.
[Lord Cullen signs to her to sing, and she stands before the dais and sings a verse of “Bedlam.”
Lord Cullen. [Impatiently.] No, no—that is not in the least what I remember. [Turning to Rose.] You try now.
Rose. I don’t sing, my lord—but—[Indicating another girl in the group] she has a sweet voice, and she knows a powerful lot of songs.
[A girl steps out from the others and sings a verse of “The Lark in the Morn.”
Lord Cullen. Not that. Mine was a song to stir the depths of a man’s heart and bring tears up from the fountains of it.
[He leans back in deep dejection—and at this moment Lady Millicent and Alice come forward.