[They shout at Man's Enemies, mingling their shouts with laughter. The Enemies huddle closer together and cast sharp, timid, sideward glances.
—They're going! They're going!
—What an honor!
—They're going!
—Ho-ho! Ha-ha!
—They're gone! They're gone! They're gone!
[The procession disappears through the door on the left. A pause of silence. The music plays less loudly, and the dancers begin gradually to fill the hall.
—Where did they go?
—I believe they went to the dining-room, where supper is being served.
—I suppose they'll soon invite us in. Do you see anybody looking for us?