Kitty. Why, what would March say?
March. (Coming between them.) He’ll be cursed if you do any thing of the kind.
Kitty. March! you here?
Capt. That howid fisherman!
March. Yes, that howid fisherman, you confounded old goggle-eyed sculpin! And as for you, Kitty Sands, I’m ashamed of you. A pretty pair you are! Want to run off, do you?
Capt. Come, come, sir! you’re impertinent.
March. Oh! I’m impertinent, am I? Wall, I ain’t near-sighted, and I don’t wear eye-glasses, and I can see your nose plainly. (Takes off his coat, and rolls up his sleeves.)
Kitty. Why, March! what are you doing?
March. I’m just going to open your nose in the most approved style of the manly art! (Squares off.)
Capt. Lord, gwacious! I believe the fellah’s going to fight!