Blith. We had better make haste back to her—for she was rather impatient.
Fred. No occasion—she’s here!
Sel. (aside). He saved my life!—In common justice I ought to tell him. (Taking him aside.) Pause before you link yourself with this man’s daughter. She is the girl I had supper with last night.
Fred (leaping upon Selwyn and pinning him on chair). Calumniator!
Blith. Hullo! This is a sudden out-break!
Sel. (half choked). Let—go—my—throat!
Fred. Confess you have slandered her!
Blith. Slandered whom? (Dodging round them.)
Sel. Yes! Yes! Anything you like! (Fred releases Selwyn, who then produces letters.) But look at those proofs.
Fred. Lottie’s letters (kisses them) to me.