themarinersgoacrossthestagestaggering，asiftheshipwasinseveremotion。TheStewardtheHonourableG。
Ringwoodpassesreelingby，holdingsixbasins。HeputsonerapidlybyLordSqueams——LadySqueams，givingapinchtoherdog，whichbeginstohowlpiteously，putsherpocket-handkerchieftoherface，andrushesawayasforthecabin。Themusicrisesuptothewildestpitchofstormyexcitement，andthethirdsyllableisconcluded。
Therewasalittleballet，“LeRossignol。”inwhichMontessuandNobletusedtobefamousinthosedays，andwhichMr。WaggtransferredtotheEnglishstageasanopera，puttinghisverse，ofwhichhewasaskilfulwriter，totheprettyairsoftheballet。ItwasdressedinoldFrenchcostume，andlittleLordSouthdownnowappearedadmirablyattiredinthedisguiseofanoldwomanhobblingaboutthestagewithafaultlesscrookedstick。
Trillsofmelodywereheardbehindthescenes，andgurglingfromasweetpasteboardcottagecoveredwithrosesandtrelliswork。”Philomele，Philomele。”criestheoldwoman，andPhilomelecomesout。
Moreapplause——itisMrs。RawdonCrawleyinpowderandpatches，themostravissantelittleMarquiseintheworld。