_Barlow._ I'm afraid--I won't. Good-bye, Bob. I congratulate you from my heart. I was in hopes that I should have the pleasure of having you for a best man at _my_ wedding, but--er--there's many a slip, you know, and I wish you joy. [_YARDSLEY shakes him by the hand, and BARLOW goes out. As he disappears through the portières YARDSLEY follows, and, holding the curtain aside, looks after him until the front-door is heard closing. Then he turns about. DOROTHY looks demurely around at him, and as he starts to go to her side the curtain falls._ THE END TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES: Text in italics is indicated by underscores: _italics_.