Fred. Not the least idea!
Sel. (wiping his forehead). I want to know if a young—a female has been here for me—have you seen one?
Fred. How the deuce can I tell? Haven’t I just returned from my Tompkins’s hunting?
Sel. I thought I saw her in a cab and ran a mile before I could get a peep inside. Oh, Fred! old man, if you knew how my heart was aching, and my corns were shooting, you would pity me!
Fred. Look here, Mr. Selwyn, I can’t stay here to hound down the entire Tompkins’s tribe. I shall leave town to-night!
Sel. What? Desert me in the moment of danger?
Fred. I’m no welcome guest in this house—the ladies don’t like me!
Sel. Not like you! They must like you, they shall dote on the very ground you walk on!
Fred. I don’t expect that, but I object to being openly snubbed.
Sel. Oh, it will soon blow over—don’t take any notice—it’s their way—mere whim—women are so whimmy!