Mrs Welburn. No—now that was a sensible remark for a girl. Girls are generally foolish. You shall have proof. I can tell you what the motto and crest are on that signet ring he wears: the motto is Semper Volans and the crest is a swallow. Though a goose would have been more appropriate. [Takes his hand]. There you may see for yourself.
Rector. So it is. Oh, my dear madam, we have every confidence in you, and we have only to congratulate you and your husband on being brought together by such a wonderful chance.
Mrs Welburn. Thank you very much. Come then, dear, we must go. [Helping Welburn up]. Lean on my arm—I daresay you still feel shaky.
[Welburn looks round him desperately, then thrusts his arm through hers. They go towards the door].
Mrs Maitland. Poor fellow!
Mary. Poor fellow, indeed!
Rector. I do hope he will soon recover his memory.
Mrs Welburn. I am quite sure he will. It always yields to suggestion.
[Welburn gives a loud groan, with one more look at Mary. They go out].
Curtain as they pass out.