PHOEBE. Susan, his face hasn't changed! VALENTINE. Dear Phoebe Throssel, will you be Phoebe Brown? PHOEBE (_quivering_). You know everything? And that I am not a garden? VALENTINE. I know everything, ma'am--except that. PHOEBE (_so very glad to be prim at the end_). Sir, the dictates of my heart enjoin me to accept your too flattering offer. (_He puts her cap in his pocket. He kisses her_. MISS SUSAN _is about to steal away._) Oh, sir, Susan also. (_He kisses_ MISS SUSAN _also; and here we bid them good-bye._) The End.