Lady Dorothy.
[Also rising and touching bell.] Do, my dear. And
don't think it necessary to come down again to-night.
Your supper shall be sent up to you.
Sir Robert.
And Peggy must go to bed also.
Peggy.
No, no, papa.
Sir Robert.
Yes, yes, missie. Off you go!
[Upper door R. is opened. Maid enters.
But you and Mary may take Miss Michel to her
room first.
Peggy.
No, no!
[Peggy, bubbling with laughter, dodges round sofa, table, etc. Her father chases her, crying, "You rogue! You little rogue! Run away will you ? " Finally he catches her, choking with laughter. She leads him to sofa, jumps on to it, dances on its springs, then leaps into his arms. Then he carries her, in silence, in front of her mother's picture, and, with a solemn face, she kisses her hand to it. Then he takes her up to door, kisses her, drops her to her feet.
Sir Robert.
Good night, darling! Good night, Miss Michel!
