Bobstay. Madam, put it there (they shake hands). We’ll go aboard the Venetian Red this very day. I’ll return property, and take my receipt, tear up our certificate, give you my blessing, and mysteriously disappear.
Dolby (comes down with Nelly). But what’s to become of me? Will you desert the life you saved? Persis—
Persis. Bother! You’d better be silent. I was in that room when you told the story with such complimentary allusions to me.
Dolby. Ahem! Mum’s the word.
Charles. Come, Nelly, let’s have dinner. (Exit Nelly L.) This little muddle is happily ended.
Dolby. I’ve had my day’s sport; not just what I expected, but it’s ending happily.
Charles. The widow has found her husband.
Bobstay. For which we return thanks.
(Carlos sticks his head in window.)
Carlos. Say, you’ll never see that calf again; she’s gin her last blat.