Minnie. (Startled) Horace?
Horace. Forgive me, Minnie! I was a brute to you.
Minnie. I wronged you, Horace. I know I did.
Horace. Never! Never! It was your spirit that changed me, and my purpose in life. Help me to continue.
Minnie. What can I do?
Horace. (Picks up ring from table) Let me put it back on its finger. (Sounds of scraping of shovel outside.)
Minnie. (Goes to window and looks out) It is that poor inventor man shoveling the snow.
Horace. There is good in him, and we will bring it out.
Minnie. And shall we help him to find his Minnie, now that you have found yours?
Horace. That we will, dearest. (Puts on ring.) There it is again, my love, my Minnie!