T. K. (only half turning to him). Sir, I did not address
meself to you! (Continuing conversation to ladies.) I do not
yet despair me darling!

SEL. Darling! How dare you call my----

CAPT. K. (sharply). Sir, I am not talking to you!

SEL. (piqued at his abruptness). You are a vagabond!

CAPT. K. Sir, for the third and last time I say I am not
speaking to you. (Continuing.) After all Mr. Selwyn is not
really the father of my Gracie.

SEL. Now _he's_ at it!

CAPT. K. She's the child of his cousin's widow--he told me
so himself.

MRS. S. (aside). What does he mean?

SEL. (furious). My cousin's--what?

Enter FRED, with his luggage in hand, L. 2 E.

SEL. Look here, Captain Killarney----

CAPT. K. Katskill of Kilkenny, sir!

FRED (dropping his luggage with a bang). Katskill!

SEL. You want to marry my daughter, and yet you dare to
insult me!

FRED. He wants to marry Grace! Just now he wanted to
marry Lottie!

ALL. Lottie!

FRED. Yes! Lottie Blithers! Dare you deny it, you Hibernia
Don Juan! Her own father told me all about it.

MRS. S. Can this be true?

SEL. He wants _two_ wives! (Music till end of act.)

Enter DIBBS suddenly, C.

DIBBS. No, _three_!

ALL. Wha-a-t?

DIBBS. A Mormonite!

CAPT. K. (threatening DIBBS). Ah! Ye young divil!

DIBBS (dodging behind bureau). Who's afraid? You know you're
after Miss Tompkins! I listened at the keyhole and heard you
ask the old man!

GRACE and FRED. Miss Tompkins?

SEL. Any _more_? (Vehemently.)

MRS. S. (to CAPTAIN KATSKILL indignantly). Leave this
house, sir!

CAPT. K. Ladies! I swear--Grace----

GRACE (very angry). Don't Grace me, sir! Adieu for ever!

CAPT. K. Oh! (To FRED.) It is _you_, sir, I have to thank
for this!

FRED (defiantly). Well?

CAPT. K. I shall call you out!

SEL. Hullo! Baulked in his bigamy, he thirsts for blood!

CAPT. K. Name your weapons!

FRED. What you like.

CAPT. K. Place?

FRED. Where you like.

CAPT. K. Time?

FRED. When you like!

CAPT. K. You shall never marry her! I am one of the fighting
Katskills of Kilkenny; we never leave off while there's a bit
of us left!

SEL. (rushing to FRED). Kill my preserver? (Business of
restraining CAPTAIN KATSKILL and FRED, who are held back on L.
and R. by the others throwing themselves between them.)

ACT DROP QUICK.

ACT III.

SAME SCENE:--DIBBS discovere