Enter Captain Katskill, L. U. E.
Capt. K. (he speaks with slight Irish accent). There he is! Now for it! Charge!
Blith. (seeing Captain Katskill). Hullo! an arrival!
Capt. K. Sir, I salute you!
Blith. (most politely). Sir, I do ditto! (They bow.)
Capt. K. A quare collection of fatures to have on one face. What of that? It’s the daughter I want, not the father.
Blith. (aside). This must be Mr. Selwyn’s son, I presume!
Capt. K. Excuse me want of boldness——
Blith. Not at all! Fine day?
Capt. K. Sor, it is within your power to make it the finest day of all me life!