Blith. You loved? Who loved?
Fred. I am of good family—my grandfather——
Blith. Was “Devil-may-care-Kilkenny!”—No! (Aside.) That was the other fellow’s grandfather!
Fred. No! He was a druggist—and my father——
Blith. Stop! I have had enough pedigree for one day.
Fred. You have a right to be wrathful! I know I should have told you all this before—but, sir, you are not inhuman, and remember I loved her so!
Blith. (aside). He must be mad like the servant! Perhaps this is an asylum! (Aloud, uneasily.) Come! Come! My good young man! Be calm! Are you often like this?
Fred. Always! And always shall be until you forgive me! Oh! sir, we will take a pretty country cottage, and you shall live with us—we will watch over your declining years! And our babes unborn will circle round your bedside—and close your venerable eyelids when you leave us!
Blith. (irritated). No, thank you! You will please request your babes to let my eyelids alone!
Fred. It can’t be! Say—Oh! say you forgive me and open your withered arms to embrace the most repentant of sons-in-law.