Enter Selwyn disguised in blue spectacles, slouch hat, etc. R. 2 E.
Dibbs. Oh! the governor’s got on gig-lamps!
Sel. (hastily removing spectacles). Yes! My eyes are weak. (Aside.) Disguise is necessary—or one of the vampires might have recognized me.
Fred. Selwyn, when I’m challenged by this Irish tiger where shall I find seconds?
Sel. I don’t mind being one.
Fred. Two will be wanted.
Dibbs. Well, sir, if there’s any difficulty at the last minute, and sooner than spoil the sport, you can count on me as No. 2.
Fred. You! You impertinent imp. Get out! Now, to borrow these swords—where’s my hat? I shall only be gone about ten minutes—I’ll take Selwyn’s. (Exit Fred, L. U. E., with Selwyn’s hat, unseen by him.)
Sel. I have been thinking how strange it was that both Fred and the Irish captain declared I wasn’t Grace’s father! I had indulged myself in that belief for many years at any rate! Can there be anything in it?
Enter Blithers, C.