Kitty. March, if you touch him, I’ll call father just as loud as ever I can.
March. Well, you call: you’ll get a pretty talking to, I tell you. (Advances to Capt.)
Capt. Here, you stop, you fellah! Stop, I say! (Retreating towards door, C.)
March. I’ll teach you to skulk round here with your airs! (Advances.)
Kitty. Father, father! quick, quick!
Capt. That’s right: call your father, or I’m a dead man! (Enter, C., Jean Grapeau with a large bundle.)
Grap. Ha! ze top of ze morning, gentlefolks! How you vas? how you vas?
Kitty. A peddler.
March. Hallo, Frenchy! where did you drop from?