Fred (dropping his luggage with a bang). Katskill!
Sel. You want to marry my daughter, and yet you dare to insult me!
Fred. He wants to marry Grace! Just now he wanted to marry Lottie!
All. Lottie!
Fred. Yes! Lottie Blithers! Dare you deny it, you Hibernia Don Juan! Her own father told me all about it.
Mrs. S. Can this be true?
Sel. He wants two wives! (Music till end of act.)
Enter Dibbs suddenly, C.
Dibbs. No, three!
All. Wha-a-t?