Mrs. S. He shall! (Quarrel worked up between them until Mrs. Selwyn in great passion seizes an umbrella to strike at Selwyn; he avoids the blow, and Blithers entering C., quickly at moment, still with tall hat in hand, receives it full on top of his head. Blithers turns and flies in dismay at his reception. Mrs. Selwyn faints. Dibbs dances with joy at everybody’s discomfiture.)
Quick Act Drop.
ACT II.
Scene:—The same; Mrs. Selwyn is discovered seated at secretaire writing; Grace looking over her shoulder.
Mrs. S. That will do, I think! (Strikes bell.)
Enter Dibbs.
Dibbs. Yes’m!
Mrs. S. Dibbs, I have a somewhat confidential errand to send you upon. You know the young gentleman who sent in his card this morning?
Dibbs. Yes, ma’am—good looking gent—touch of the brogue about him!
Mrs. S. That’s right! Take this letter to the address upon it, and give it into his own hands—remember, his own hands.