TYLTYL
(To THE FAIRY.) They're taking it very well!...
THE FAIRY
Of course they are; they know it's not your fault....
(At this point, the chimney-recess lights up, opens at the hack and admits a third young girl, dressed like the maid at an inn and carrying a pewter tray under one arm and a bottle under the other.)
THE THIRD GIRL
(Enthusiastically, darting at TYLTYL.) Here I am, here I am! It's me!... Good evening, everybody; but first a kiss for Tyltyl!...
TYLTYL
Hullo, you too, Roselle?... (To THE FAIRY.) This is Roselle, the daughter of the landlord of the Golden Sun.... (To ROSELLE.) Was there no one at the inn this evening, that you were able to come?
ROSELLE