But the world is so dull
With its hopes and its fears—
I will sleep and will dream, Prince, of you.
[Sleeps.]
[Enter Lord Malapert, in traveling costume; carpet-bag in one hand, compass in the other.]
Lord M.
This way my fairy compass points;
This way the stars have led;
This way [sees Cicely]—ah, yes,
the stars are right—