_Kitty._ Lord! here comes the captain back again. (_Enter CAPT. and KATE, C._)
_Kate._ It’s no use, Captain; my answer is still the same: I can never marry you.
_Capt._ Now, that’s deused unpleasant, after a fellah has come down here in his _wacht_.
_Mrs. Gale_ (_to Kitty_). What’s he say? he’s got warts! I’ll cure ’em for him.
_Kitty._ Hush, mother! he’s making love to Miss Kate.
_Mrs. Gale._ Land sakes! he don’t look strong enough to make love to a skeeter.
_Capt._ Do let me entreat you to reverse your decision.
_Kate._ Not another word, Captain. (_Enter JOHN GALE, L._) Ah! here’s Mr. Gale. Mr. Gale, let me make you acquainted with a friend of mine, Capt. Dandelion.
_Mr. Gale_ (_seizing Captain by hand, giving him a rough shake_). Glad to see you, Captain. I’ve been admiring your yacht. She’s a beauty.
_Capt._ (_shaking his own hand_). Another fisherman. More lobsters’ claws. (_Enter RAYMOND, R._)
_Ray._ John Gale, I forgot one question about the wrecks. Did you find no name about them?
_John Gale._ Name? yes. We found the name of one on pieces of the wreck. ’Twas the Gladiator. The name of the other, on a bucket,--this one (_takes up bucket, L., turns it round, showing the name Diana nearly effaced_), the Diana.
_Ray._ The Diana? Merciful Heaven! which one was this?
_John Gale._ The first. The one which gave us our Sept.
_John Gale._ You seem mighty interested in these wrecks.
_Ray._ I am, I am, John Gale. My wife and her infant son sailed from Havre in that same Diana, twenty-three years ago. She was the only passenger with a child: of that I have had abundant proof. This wreck, this name (_Enter SEPT., C._), the story of the wreck, are convincing proofs of the presence of my lost child beneath your roof. He can be no other than September Gale.
_Ray._ Yes, my boy: you are indeed my son. You see now, Kate, why your marriage with him was impossible. He is your brother.
_Sept._ Her brother? thus ends my dream of happiness.
_Capt._ Her brother? ’Pon honor, my chance is wealy better.
_John Gale._ Well, this does beat all natur.
_Mrs. Gale._ Sept.! Sept.! My dear boy, I can’t lose you.
_March._ (_outside, C._). Darn you, Bige Parker! You just come out here in this public highway. (_Enter C., with a black eye and nose bloody._)