Cis.
[Embracing Beatie.] Hurrah! We’ll be married directly.
Agatha Posket.
He’s an infant! I forbid it!
Mr. Posket.
I am his legal guardian. Gentlemen, bear witness! I solemnly consent to that little wretch’s marriage!
[Agatha Posket sinks into a chair.
THE END.
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