Capt. K. Yes, how did you get it, you spalpeen?
Dibbs. Well, sir, to tell the truth it wasn’t this gent (pointing to Blithers) who boxed you, but this one! (Pointing to Selwyn.)
Sel. (aside). Oh! That damned boy will be the death of me!
Dibbs (aside to Selwyn). All right, sir. The milingtary gent’s in love with Miss Grace, so you are safe!
Sel. Is he? Then my life may be spared!
Capt. K. (threateningly). So, sir, it was you!
Sel. Yes! But we will not resume our fistic encounter—remember, I am your future father-in-law! (Aside.) He may as well have Grace now that’s Fred’s got another flame!
Capt. K. The Katskills of Kilkenny never bear malice!—Your hand!
Sel. Don’t mention it! (They go up, C.)
Dibbs (down, L.). I knew I could get things straight!