Enter LIEUTENANT HARRY ELSWORTH. All gather around him with exclamations of welcome.
METCALF. [Aside.] I'll take occasion to steal down-stairs, and plague Bridget into a kiss or two. Delicious Bridget!
[Exit METCALF.
ELSWORTH. Harry! My brave lad!
ROSE. Dear brother!
HARRY. Dear sister! Father!
ELSWORTH. Stand aside, girls. Let me have a look at him. Harry! Harry! You are a splendid-looking fellow, you are. Ha, ha, ha! Your hand, my boy. You look like a soldier, sir.
HARRY. I have good news for you. I have just rode on before to acquaint you that Major Cleveland will honour your roof to-day.
ELSWORTH. He shall be welcome—open doors and open hands.
HARRY. He will remain until to-morrow. Now, girls, some of us young fellows are dying for a dance—can't we extemporize a ball?