Messenger. In the name of the Law, release your prisoner!
Husband. Foiled! [Joy of Wife, and tableau, as the Curtain falls.
PROBABLE REALITY.
SCENE—The Church-door of a fashionable Church. Wife bidding adieu to Husband.
Husband. Surely, now that my name and fortune are yours, you will reconsider your decision, and at least accompany me back to our wedding breakfast?
Wife (in a firm voice). Never! You may kill me, but I will defy you to the last!
Husband. This is rank nonsense! You must take my arm. [He is about to leave the Church-porch, when he is met by a Messenger from the Court of Appeal.
Messenger. In the name of the Law, release your prisoner!
Husband. Sold! [Joy of Wife, and tableau, as the Curtain falls.