Fred (going up to Grace). Good-bye, Miss Selwyn, and good-bye, Mrs. Selwyn, good-bye, Sam. If I met the wretch who has supplanted me in her affections I should slay him. Tell her that I return to my native village to avoid having to kill her Cornelius.
| Mrs. S. Grace. | (horror stricken). Kill Cornelius! (Going R.) |
Fred. Yes! I will spare the man she loves—but we must not meet, or I will not be answerable for my acts.
Sel. Oh! bosh! What are you talking about? Who is this Cornelius? Cheer up, Fred, and she shall marry you—and not him!
| Mrs. S. Grace. | Never! |
Fred. Too late! I know she prefers my rival! It’s all settled.
Sel. Settled! It’s not settled! It can’t be settled without my consent!
Mrs. S. (crosses to C.). Consent! You know you have given that! He said he’d seen you just now and you had blessed him!
Sel. Seen me!
Grace. Yes. Now don’t change your mind again, pa!