if I hadn't thought
the _real_ girl I met was in that room--I have given myself
away, that's what I have done!

Enter DIBBS--to FRED.

DIBBS. Please, sir, here's Captain Katskill called for you!

FRED. I had forgotten my duel!

BLITH. _You_ in a duel!

SEL. Oh! It can be arranged now! (BLITHERS crosses to C.)

DIBBS. Come in, Captain Catstail!

Enter CAPTAIN KATSKILL.

CAPT. K. Oh! I thought _you_ were alone! (Going towards
BLITHERS.) Mr. Selwyn, allow me to explain.

SEL. Selwyn! No, you mean Tompkins.

FRED. Tompkins? No--you mean Blithers!

CAPT. K. (to BLITHERS). Are _you_ not Mr. Selwyn?

BLITH. Certainly not!

SEL. How many more times? _I_ am Mr. Selwyn. (Turning to
BLITHERS.) Are you not Tompkins?

BLITH. No!

CAPT. K. By the piper who refused to play before Moses,
I see it all!

SEL. And I see nothing but a fearful fog? (Taking hat
which FRED has placed upon table, L.) Since you turn out _not_
to be Tompkins!

DIBBS. Oh! So the old cuckoo ain't Tompkins at all!

SEL. (hat in hand). Isn't this yours? (Crosses to BLITHERS.)

BLITH. Emphatically--No!

SEL. Then it wasn't _you_ I--(making gesture of fighting)
last night?

BLITH. No!

SEL. (threateningly). Then what the devil do you mean by
allowing me to apologize.

BLITH. How could I help it?

SEL. _You_ have got _my_ hat, though!

BLITH. I've been here with it three or four times. I'm glad
to get rid of it! (SELWYN snatches it, and goes up leaving
other hat in his hand.)

CAPT. K. (to BLITHERS). Sir, I made a formal request of you,
this morning.

BLITH. Stop! _That's_ my hat! (Taking hat quickly from
CAPT. KATSKILL'S hand.)

CAPT. K. Your's? Then it was _you_ who gave me the "oner?"

BLITH. Not that I am aware of, my good young man!

SEL. (aside). Last night seems to have been very pugilistic.

CAPT. K. I was standing outside my club, after giving a
farewell supper to some bachelor friends, when my hat was
rudely knocked off!

BLITH. Not by _me_, sir, I assure you.

DIBBS (aside). The mixture as before! They want _me_ to
help 'em again! (Taking hat that SELWYN gave to BLITHERS.)
This is _your_ hat, I think, Captain?

CAPT. K. Yes, how did you get it, you spalpeen?

DIBBS. Well, sir, to tell the truth it wasn't this gent
(pointing to BLITHERS) who boxed you, but _this_ one! (Pointing
to SELWYN.)

SEL. (aside). Oh! That damned boy will be