Fred (to Blithers). It’s no use! I will fight! Return to your Irishman, and tell him so! (Business. Blithers endeavoring to pacify Fred.)
Sel. What’s all this about?
Blith. (who has given up restraining Fred, in despair. Fred down L., in chair). About? About as near to raving madness as ever was seen! Go and buy a straight-jacket, sir, he’s a lunatic. While you are at the straight waistcoat shop you may as well purchase half a dozen, for he’s not the only madman on the premises.
(Exit Blithers, L. U. E.
Sel. I see it all! He would save my life a second time, by challenging this deliberate desperado!
Enter Mrs. Selwyn, L. U. E.
Mrs. S. What is the matter, Sam?
Sel. I don’t know—I’ll ask Fred! Fred! my dear boy, what is the matter? (Fred has sunk down with his face in his hands, L.) On what are you meditating, Fred?
Fred. I am meditating why I did not let you stop at the bottom of the lake. I mean to leave this wretched London, where all is perfidy and deceit!
Enter Grace, L. U. E.