[The portière is pulled aside and Muriel returns, unaccompanied, and comes to Sophy's side swiftly.
Muriel.
[To Sophy.] Forgive me. You did it for the best. [Kissing her.] I'm sorry—
Sophy.
[Throwing her arms round Muriel's neck.] Oh! my darling—! [Muriel runs out. Sophy goes to Pollitt and drops her head upon his breast, restfully.] Ah! that's all right.
[The door-gong sounds finally.
THE END.
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