CAPT. H. Who’s Cocklepot?
CARO. (modestly) He is the uncle of—the young man.
CAPT. H. And you love him?
CARO. I’ve never seen him yet.
CAPT. H. Then perhaps you wouldn’t break your heart if I was to send him to Davy Jones? (savagely)
CARO. Not I, indeed!
CAPT. H. That’s enough. (taking her hand, and kissing it repeatedly)
CARO. Papa gives a ball this evening—I’m sure he’ll be very happy to see you.
CAPT. H. And you?