MAR. And the victory?
LAF. Is ours. I have just sent word to General Jackson. The British have been routed with fearful loss.
MAR. And we?—Oh—(seeing the covered form.) Who is it?
LAF. (solemnly.) A man to whom I owe much knowledge. (Mariana takes a flower from her breast, goes up to the body and places it upon his.)
LAF. (to some of his men who have come on.) Take this body to New Orleans for interment. (the men carry it away; enter Dominique and Bella at back.) My sweetheart this place—
MAR. Ah, I am so proud of you! (enter Duval and Beluche.)
BEL. (earnestly to Duval.) Your broken word would be a lesser matter to you than your daughter’s broken heart.
BELLA. Oh, here’s my cordial bottle! (picks it up.)
DUV. (to Lafitte.) I desire, sir, to congratulate you. (shakes hands; Bella goes to Mariana; Beluche and Dominique are grouped together.)
BELLA. (to Mariana, showing her cordial bottle.) Shall we take a swallow,—just to settle our nerves? (Mariana smiles; takes the bottle; raises it.)