Dick (looks at picture, starts, but instantly recovers himself as Tom turns). No: he's none of us.
Tom. Not a bad face?
Dick. No, but a weak one. A good subject for some designing villain to make a victim of. (Hands it back, Tom replaces it in belt.)
(Moselle runs on from cabin.)
Moselle. Now for a run.
Dick. Right into my arms.
Moselle (runs into his arms). Why, Dick, I never thought of seeing you.
Dick. But you're glad to see me again?
Moselle. O Dick! you know I'd rather meet you than any other here (sees Tom, draws away from Dick, and casts down her eyes), except Tom.
Tom. Humbug!