Dibbs. A Mormonite!
Capt. K. (threatening Dibbs). Ah! Ye young divil!
Dibbs (dodging behind bureau). Who’s afraid? You know you’re after Miss Tompkins! I listened at the keyhole and heard you ask the old man!
| Grace. Fred. | Miss Tompkins? |
Sel. Any more? (Vehemently.)
Mrs. S. (to Captain Katskill indignantly). Leave this house, sir!
Capt. K. Ladies! I swear—Grace——
Grace (very angry). Don’t Grace me, sir! Adieu for ever!
Capt. K. Oh! (To Fred.) It is you, sir, I have to thank for this!
Fred (defiantly). Well?