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QUARTETTE.
Edith.—Auntie always said you would like Captain Wilmot if you could really know him, and we will explain everything. Won't we, Frank?
Wilmot.—Certainly, sir, and I trust you'll forgive me.
Bulthrop.—Oh! the situation is clear enough. Captain Wilmot, I hope will stay to tiffin
Edith.—And dinner?
Smallweed.—And I will return to cutcherry.
Bulthrop.—So will I.
Edith.—But, papa, remember you two are not the only judges present. (Points to audience.) There is the dread tribunal before which even Commissioners and Judicial Assistants must bow. (All bow.)
[CURTAIN.]
