MARTHA—There now, Curt! I'm sure it was you who said it. It sounds just like one of your horrid facts.
BIGELOW—And how can I offer my felicitations now? But I do, despite your husband's calumny. May your shadow never grow less!
MARTHA—Thank you. [She shakes his proffered hand heartily.]
BIGELOW—And now I'll collect my flock and go home.
CURTIS—So long, Big. Be sure you don't mislay one of your heirs!