d by secretaire, large sword in
hand, and polishing it with emery cloth, L.

DIBBS. "If I fall," says Mr. Bellamy to me--"If I fall,
Dibbs, tell everybody I know that my last thought was of
them--whoever they may be--those I _don't_ know tell them
that my last thought _would_ have been of them had I lived to
have the opportunity of an introduction!" Poor young man! I
shall miss him, for he often gave me tips. (Wipes eyes with
emery cloth.)

Enter FRED, L. U. E.

FRED. Why do you weep, my boy?

DIBBS. I was a thinking, sir, that this very sword I now
hold in my hand might be run through your _internals_ before
I had time--Oh! It would break my heart! (Weeping again.)

FRED (much affected). Be brave, my lad, be brave!

DIBBS (boo-hoo-ing very loudly). Before I had time to get
a good polish on it!

FRED. Those ancient implements won't do. I shall have to
borrow better ones somewhere. Leave off polishing them.

Enter SELWYN disguised in blue spectacles, slouch hat,
etc. R. 2 E.

DIBBS. Oh! the governor's got on gig-lamps!

SEL. (hastily removing spectacles). Yes! My eyes are weak.
(Aside.) Disguise is necessary--or one of the vampires might
have recognized me.

FRED. Selwyn, when I'm challenged by this Irish tiger where
shall I find seconds?

SEL. I don't mind being one.

FRED. Two will be wanted.

DIBBS. Well, sir, if there's any difficulty at the last
minute, and sooner than spoil the sport, you can count on _me_
as No. 2.

FRED. You! You impertinent imp. Get out! Now, to borrow
these swords--where's my hat? I shall only be gone about
ten minutes--I'll take Selwyn's. (Exit FRED, L. U. E., with
SELWYN'S hat, unseen by him.)

SEL. I have been thinking how strange it was that both Fred
and the Irish captain declared I wasn't Grace's father! I had
indulged myself in that belief for many years at any rate! Can
there be anything in it?

Enter BLITHERS, C.

BLITH. Where is he?

DIBBS. It's Tompkins!

SEL. Tompkins, the duellist!

BLITH. Excuse my third visit, but I beg to remind you that
I have not got it yet.

SEL. The hat? I forgot all about it, in my many troubles!
(Aloud.) Sir, permit me to apologize; it is my fault alone! (To
DIBBS.) Where's his hat?

DIBBS. I'll go and look for it, sir. The old cough-drop
don't mean to go without his _kady_! (Exit DIBBS to FRED'S room,
L. 2 E.)

BLITH. (aside). Poor young man, I treated him too