ETHEL. He's at Southampton? CAPT. So my friend says. ETHEL. I'm afraid your friend is not to be implicitly relied upon, for Mr. Larkspur happens to be here. CAPT. In Dumpington? ETHEL. At this hotel. CAPT. Then, that's the man who's flirting with my--that is, Miss Carruthers. ETHEL. Where? CAPT. Upon the balcony. ETHEL. Is Mr. Larkspur on the balcony with Miss Carruthers? (_runs to window_) CAPT. I have reason to believe so. ETHEL. So he is. Oh, very well. (_returns_) Shall _we_ go out upon the balcony? CAPT. The waiter said he thought they didn't want to be interrupted. ETHEL. Don't they? That's the very reason, then, why we should interrupt them. Would you kindly let me take your arm? CAPT. With pleasure. ETHEL. Won't it be delightful? CAPT. Oh, enchanting! To recline against the balustrade, and listen to the sighing of the sad sea waves. (_barrel organ starts outside_) ETHEL. Oh, there's that dreadful barrel organ. Please do stop it. CAPT. (_runs to window_) There, there, my good fellow. He won't stop. My good man, please--It's no go. Stop that row, you noisy vagabond! He _won't_ stop. ETHEL. Oh, I'd give him something. He won't go unless you do. CAPT. You'll give him something, did you say? ETHEL. I said, I would, if I were you. CAPT. Oh, just so. Look here, you! I'll give you--(_organ stops_)--into custody! (_organ begins again_) How much? He says it's sixpence if he plays and eighteen-pence to go away. ETHEL. Well, give him eighteen-pence. CAPT. You'll give him eighteen-pence? ETHEL. He would not care for me. You'd better give it him. CAPT. Oh, certainly. (_pulls money out_) Dear me, I haven't got a sixpence. ETHEL. Haven't you? I daresay he wouldn't mind two shillings. CAPT. (_aside_) This is deucedly expensive. (_throws a coin_) There, you scoundrel! (_organ stops_) And now, might I have the pleasure? (_offering arm_) ETHEL. (_taking it_) Would you take my fan? CAPT. I shall be charmed. These English beggars have such barbarous instruments. (_the bagpipes start_). ETHEL. There that's the Scotchman. He's the worst of all. Pray do get rid of him. The bagpipes always make we ill. CAPT. (_again at window_) My dear good fellow--you infernal rascal, stop that hideous din! ETHEL. Oh, send him off--do send him off. I'm going to be so ill. CAPT. Hi! How much will you go away for? What? He says he never goes away for less than half-a-crown. ETHEL. He doesn't. The bagpipes never do. They know that they can get the money. Give it him. CAPT. (_aside_) I shall be ruined. (_throws another coin_) There! Be off! (_they cease_) Now, shall we go? ETHEL. Would you relieve me of my shawl? CAPT. Delighted, I am sure. (_they move slowly towards the window, R., arm in arm, he bowing down to her, she smiling up at him_) _Re-enter EDWIN through L. window._