Blith. Apology! (Aside.) How very polite! (Aloud.) No! no apology! (Selwyn attempts to follow him.) No. I’ll not hear of it! (Very blandly.) Good morning!
(Exit, door at back.
Sel. (sinking into chair, R.). No apology! I see he’s bent on blood! How I hate these deliberate duelists that never show the passion that sways their innermost souls! (Starting up.) What shall I do?
Enter Mrs. Selwyn with book, R.
Mrs. S. Here’s the album, Mr. Tom—(Looking round.) Oh! Sam, why did you let him go? He may never call again!
Sel. I hope not!
Mrs. S. (piqued). If you don’t care for poetry I do! (Going to where Blithers sat.) This chair shall not be used by unappreciative persons—I will have the seat taken out and framed!
Enter Tilly, at back.
Tilly. Please, sir, there’s a young gentleman in the hall wants to speak to you; this is his card!
(Exit Tilly.