Charlotte hurries from the room.
Doris. I wonder what’s the matter with her.
Joseph Fish [outside]. Oh, Doris!
Doris goes to the window.
Doris. How did you know I was here?
Fish [outside]. They told me at your house. Can I come in?
Doris. Yes, but don’t holler around so. Haven’t you got any respect for the missing?
Fish comes in.
Fish. Doris, I’m awfully sorry about——
Doris. Oh, Joseph, haven’t you got any sense? Sitting there last night everything was perfect, and just when I was feeling sentimental you began talking about embalming—in the twilight. And I was just about to take out my removable bridge....