Blith. No!
Capt. K. By the piper who refused to play before Moses, I see it all!
Sel. And I see nothing but a fearful fog? (Taking hat which Fred has placed upon table, L.) Since you turn out not to be Tompkins!
Dibbs. Oh! So the old cuckoo ain’t Tompkins at all!
Sel. (hat in hand). Isn’t this yours? (Crosses to Blithers.)
Blith. Emphatically—No!
Sel. Then it wasn’t you I—(making gesture of fighting) last night?
Blith. No!
Sel. (threateningly). Then what the devil do you mean by allowing me to apologize.
Blith. How could I help it?