Ray. Confusion! That confounded Capt Dandelion, to escape whom I fled to this out-of-the-way place, is almost at the door in his yacht. His pursuit of Kate is persistent; and, but that I knew the utter selfishness of the man, I could honor him for the apparently unwearied patience with which he follows her. (Enter Kate and Sept., C.) Well, child, you have heard of the new arrival?
Kate. A new arrival? No: who is it?
Ray. Your persevering gallant, Capt. Dandelion, is after you. That is his yacht just dropping anchor.
Kate. Now, what could have sent him here?
Ray. You don’t seem pleased. Perhaps I may have been unkind in thought; but, remembering your partiality for him in the city, I feared you might have clandestinely invited him here.
Kate. Why, Father! can you think so meanly of me? Capt. Dandelion is very pleasant society in the city; but here I can do without him. Oh! I forgot: Sept. wants to speak to you.
Sept. Me? No I don’t.
Kate. Why, Sept.! what did you tell me when we were walking by the shore?
Sept. What did I tell you? why—that—I—what did I tell you?
Kate. Come, come, sir.