Lady Sangazure enters. She is very melancholy.
Lady S.Alas! ah me! and well-a-day!
I sigh for love, and well I may,
For I am very old and gray.
But stay!
(Sees Mr. Wells, and becomes fascinated by him.)
Recitative.
Lady S. What is this fairy form I see before me?
Mr. W. Oh, horrible!—she’s going to adore me!
This last catastrophe is overpowering!