Blith. Oh! I was referring to Fred.
Sel. Fred!
Blith. The poor child has opened her heart to me—and says she has written to him, asking him to seek me out, but he seems to deny all knowledge of the letters.
Sel. The letters? (A suspicion crossing his mind.)
Blith. The messenger says he gave them to a servant here. (Goes, L.)
Enter Dibbs.
Sel. (aside). Messenger! Letters! It is getting worse and worse! This Tompkins must be the father of the girl Lottie who wrote to me!
Dibbs (re-entering, C.). No signs, sir!
Blith. (to Dibbs). Oh! Do you know anything, young man, of any letters left here to-day? (Dibbs looks across at Selwyn, who is making signs to him.)
Blith. Why don’t you listen?