Enter Aline from tent with large teapot.
Alex. Good: then, Mr. Wells, I shall feel obliged if you will at once pour as much philtre into this teapot as will suffice to affect the whole village.
Ali. But bless me, Alexis, many of the villagers are married people.
Mr. W. Madam, this philtre is compounded on the strictest principles. On married people it has no effect whatever. But are you quite sure that you have nerve enough to carry you through the fearful ordeal?
Alex. In the good cause I fear nothing.
Mr. W. Very good; then we will proceed at once to the Incantation.
(The stage grows dark.)
Incantation.
Mr. W.Sprites of earth and air—