Lady H. He will scold us—and we deserve it. But he will save us!
(Tristan enters through the window which girls help him open.)
Tris. Yes, here I am, faithful still. Cousin. (Looks around.) What a vulgar habitation! That I should live to see you in a place like this. (Shudders.)
Nan. Hush! You'll wake everybody up.
Lady H. Don't stop to preach. Just go.
Tris. I have a carriage at the corner. Come, make haste.
(They tiptoe about and sing.)
[No. 12.]
Lady H. and Nan. Hasten then, to fortune trust our lot,
thee well, thou humble cot.
'Tis our only chance to fly,
We'll not stop to say good bye.
Tris. Let's be off now in a hurry,
For their anger we'll not worry,
'Tis your only chance to fly,
We'll not stop to say good bye.