Hazel: Well, follow your own road and take your own way.
Mineog: "——Mr. Mineog leaves no family to lament his loss, but along with the Tribune, which he fostered with the care of a father, we offer up prayers for the repose of his soul." (Stands up.) It is a notice of my death you are after writing!
Hazel: You should understand that.
Mineog: An obituary notice! Of myself! Is it that you expect me to quit the living world between this and Thursday?
Hazel: I had no thought of the kind.
Mineog: I'm not stretched yet! What call have you to go offer prayers for me?
Hazel: I tell you I had it put by this long time till I would have occasion to use it.
Mineog: Is it this long time, so, you have been waiting for my death?
Hazel: Not at all.
Mineog: You to kill me to-day and to think to bury me to-morrow!