Nay, never mind, dear children. We have seen
Two loving hearts grow blithesome and serene;
Made dark misunderstandings melt away
From both, like sombre vapors touched with day.
[The Baron looks toward Gaspard and Eloise, who hold each other's hands, exchanging smiles of reconciliation.]
Eloise (with sudden anxiety, addressing the Baron).
Oh, master, will you pardon my rude act?
Baron.
Agreed; but one condition I exact:
Gaspard and you must promise both to keep
My own sly masquerade a secret deep.
Gaspard and Eloise.
We promise, master!
Baron.
Well, so be it; and I
Perchance will well reward you by-and-by.
The Baroness in my hearing lately said
That Eloise was still too young to wed.
But possibly persuasion may invent
Some private means of making her relent.