Mar. The shepherd, who locks up the tower of Elfen, happened to fasten it before I left. Some reapers returning home, heard my cries and brought him back to release me, that is all.
Enter Manuel.
Mad. L. Ah, Monsieur, you have recovered from the effects of your fall, I hope?
Man. Entirely, Madame.
Mad. L. [To Marguerite.] But you, my child, must be fatigued, nervous—
Mar. On the contrary, dearest mother, I never felt better or more cheerful than to-night, which I will prove to you whenever the ball commences.
Bev. The ball! why, surely, you'll never think of—
Mar. Dancing? Indeed but I shall though—and you, M. de Bevannes, will be my first partner, will you not?
Bev. With the greatest delight—but pray, let me advise—
Mar. Advise nothing—you shall be my chief cavalier for the evening.