Mrs. S. Mr. Tompkins!—I cannot stay here to be degraded in the presence of a poet! (Exit Mrs. Selwyn, R. 2 E.)
Blith. (to Fred). Welcome, son-in-law! Welcome! Come to my arms!
Fred. Oh! Father-in-law!
Sel. (aside). They have made it up!
Blith. My girl has confessed that she loves you—and you alone—she never cared for that Captain Katskill.
Fred. I knew she didn’t!
Sel. (aside). Oh! So Fred knew Lottie all this while!
Blith. When will you be married?
Fred. Oh, we’ve arranged all that!
Sel. Fred’s going to marry her!—oh!