Marion. [Rudely.] Or Princess Rags.
Susan. ’Tis all took out of my hands now, I can but do as your lordship says. Jockie, play me my music, and play it bravely too.
[Jockie places himself near her and begins to play. Susan dances by herself. At the end of her dance Lord Cullen leads the applause, and even the ladies on the dais join faintly in it. He then takes Susan by the hand and mounts the dais with her and presents her to his mother.
Lady Cullen. [Aside, to her companion.] I wonder if the young person understands that my poor boy is a little touched in the brain?
Lord Cullen. Here is your daughter, mother.
[Lady Cullen and Susan look at one another in silence. After a moment Susan turns to Lord Cullen.
Susan. I’m a poor ragged thing to be daughter to the likes of she. But the heart within of me is grander nor that of any queen, because of the love that it holds for you, my lord.
[Lord Cullen takes her hand and leads her to the front of the dais.
Lord Cullen. We will be married to-morrow, my princess. And all these good people shall dance at our wedding.
Marion. [Springing up.] And we’ll do a bit of dancing now as well. Come, Jockie, give us the tune of “Haste to the Wedding.”