Bel. Certainly. Here it is. You will find the situation of the cottage described in unmistakable terms. (Hands the letter to Cheviot.)
Ch. (reads). “In reply to your letter I have to inform you that Evan Cottage is certainly in England. The deeds relating to the property place this beyond all question.” Thank you; I am satisfied. (Takes out pistol.)
Bel. Now, sir, perhaps you will kindly release that young lady. She is my wife! (Cheviot’s arm has crept mechanically round Miss Treherne’s waist.)
Miss T. Oh, Cheviot! kindly release me—I am his wife!
Ch. Crushed! Crushed! Crushed!
Sym. (looking over his shoulder at letter, reads). “Turn over.”
Ch. (despairingly). Why should I? What good would it do? Oh! I see. I beg your pardon! (Turns over the page.) Halloa! (Rises.)
All. What?
Ch. (reads). “P.S.—I may add that the border line runs through the property. The cottage is undoubtedly in England, though the garden is in Scotland.”
Miss T. And we were married in the garden!