Michael.
(To Lady Patricia.) Has that fellow gone quite off his head?
Lady Patricia.
(Going out.) Bill? Oh, no, dear! Oh, no! It’s only youth—youth will out! Beautiful rose-white youth!
(She gives him her hand to kiss, and he looks after her with a fatuous smile so long as she is in sight. Then you hear her singing below:)
When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green,
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen,
Then, hey! for boot and horse, lad,