Dibbs (entering). Not there, sir!
Blith. Dear! Dear! How unfortunate! My girl made me promise not to come back this time until I could bring her some good news.
Sel. (to Dibbs). Look in the other rooms.
Dibbs. Yes, sir.
(Exit Dibbs, R.
Sel. Do you set much value on your loss?
Blith. My daughter’s happiness is at stake!
Sel. (aside). His daughter’s happiness concerned in the recovery of his old hat! (Aloud.) Ah! Been in the family a long time? I suppose a kind of heirloom?
Blith. I never knew a man termed an heirloom before!
Sel. I am speaking of your hat.