John Gale. Well, this does beat all natur.
Mrs. Gale. Sept.! Sept.! My dear boy, I can’t lose you.
March. (outside, C.). Darn you, Bige Parker! You just come out here in this public highway. (Enter C., with a black eye and nose bloody.)
Kitty. Why, March Gale! what have you been doing? Fighting Bige Parker?
March. Yes, rather.
Kitty. Did you thrash him?
March. Does this look like it? (Points to eye.)
Kitty. O March! there’s been such a time here! Mr. Raymond lost a son twenty-three years ago.
March. Yes.
Kitty. And what do you think?—he’s just discovered him.