ACT III.

(_The morning breaks, and is already in many pieces. The first rays of the sun are reflected in several hundred dewdrops which are rocking themselves in the gently waving brush-wood. Two masks drop from the trees and rush on each other’s swords._)

1ST MASK. Are you dead?

2ND MASK. Only parts of me.

_Enter_ EMMA.

1ST MASK. Lady, may I ask if you have any present intention of giving up the ghost, if so, perhaps I could----?

EMMA. I am much obliged to you, but I have already made my own arrangements----

(_A pair of jack-boots are carried across the stage._)

EMMA. Are those, perhaps, the mortal remains of my Ulpho?

(_Ulpho enters in carpet slippers._)

ULPHO. I am still alive, but I wear boots no more.

(_The river rises, and a Dragoon Regiment, which has been stationed on the opposite bank, are carried away, one by one, by the flood. Ulpho fetches an umbrella from the side scenes._)

EMMA. Would we could share it together!

(_Ulpho is about to give it to her, when a thunderbolt descends, and the umbrella falls between them._)

ULPHO. Fate has decided otherwise.

(_They embrace, and the curtain falls in an agitated manner._)