Sept. (Takes Captain’s hand, and gives it a rough shaking.) Glad to see you, Captain, glad to see you: we’ll make you comfortable here; plenty of fish.
Capt. (Grinning, and shaking his head.) Fish! Yes, and lobsters, too: I’ve felt their claws.
Kate. And this is Miss Kitty Gale.
Capt. Ah, wearly! (Bows, puts his eye-glass to his eyes.) Positively bewitching! wuwal simplicity! Wenus in a clamshell! (To Kate.) But all fisherman.
Kate. Yes, all fisherman; and you’ll find me handy with the line, too, thanks to Sept.’s teaching.
Capt. Glad to hear it; quite a womantic place this; so pwimitive, though it does smell hawibly of fish.
March. Yes, Captain, she’s a capital fisherman. (Aside.) I do wish they would clear out, and give me a chance for a word with Mr. Raymond. There’s something in my bosom tells me—
Mrs. Gale (Outside, L.). March, March!
March. Yes: there’s always something telling me that. It’s nothing but March. (Exit, L.)