Capt. Mine? what an howid idea! The idea of my wearing such a coat as that! (Slips it on.) And such a hat! good gracious! (Puts on hat.) Don’t I look queer!
Kitty. Oh, my! what a queer-looking chap you are! You wouldn’t feel much like making love in that suit,—would you, Captain?
Capt. Make love to you, my chawmer! Yes, in any dress.
Kitty. Oh, capital! It would be so jolly to have a lover on his knees at my feet, dressed as you are!
Capt. On my knees!
Kitty. Yes, on your knees. (Aside.) Don’t I wish March could catch him there! Down on your knees! Quick, or I’ll run off!
Capt. (L.) Well, then, here I am. (Kneels.) What a howid idea! (Enter Mrs. Gale, with broom.)
Mrs. Gale. That horrid old peddler here again?
Capt. Beautiful nymph of the sparkling sea!