Smith. Then why did you not say so before? You answered my questions about the mare Fanny and——
Dunn. Because I thought you were speaking of my daughter. You see I am expecting a Mr. Smith here this morning—the writer of the letter I have shown you—who is anxious to pay his addresses to my daughter Fanny. As he is a perfect stranger to me, and as you answered to the name of Smith, I naturally thought you were the gentleman I expected, hence the confusion.
Smith. There is something very peculiar about this affair that I——(a knock is heard at the door, r. Dunn. puts Smith's letter on the table—goes to the door and opens it. Short pause)
Dunn. What name did you say? Oh, Smith. Ah, yes, it's all right, Jane, show him in. (turns to James Smith) I must ask you to excuse me now, Mr. Smith. The other Mr. Smith has arrived. I hope you will hear something about the mare before the day is over.
Smith. I hope so, Mr. Dunnbrowne. (takes his hat and cane)
Enter, Joseph Smith, r.
James S. (aside) So this is the lover. Ah, poor fellow, (aloud) Good morning, Mr. Dunnbrowne, good morning.
Dunn. Good morning, Mr. Smith. (Exit, James S., r.) And good morning to you, Mr. Smith, (shakes hands with Joseph S., who is very pale and looks very mournful)
Joseph S. Good morning, Mr. Dunnbrowne.
Dunn. Take a seat, Mr. Smith.