Fred. Certainly not last night, for I was with her the whole evening!
Blith. I can testify to the truth of that!
Mrs. S. Are you conspiring to deceive me?
Sel. No, my dear. The fact is, I may have appeared to have been rather in a hobble, but it was all assumed—all put on, my dear. Every bit of it, and if you don’t understand it, I do, and so don’t make yourself ridiculous before visitors—but give your consent to the Captain having our little Gracie!
Grace. Oh! dear papa!
Capt. K. (to Grace). Me jewel!
Mrs. S. I certainly don’t understand it, but I suppose it’s all right?
Sel. Perfectly, my dear! It was that stupid Dibbs who was at the bottom of it all to begin with.
Dibbs (indignantly). Me! (Down, L.)
Sel. (winks). Yes! I thought at first of discharging him, but I have decided to give him another chance, and a rise in his wages. (Bringing Blithers and Captain Katskill down C., and aside to Blithers.) How did you become possessed of my head-gear?