Smith. (aside) He is drunk beyond doubt. (aloud) To put your daughter in, sir. It is absolutely necessary that you have one.
Dunn. (angrily) Have you come here to have a joke out of me, Mr. Smith, or to make arrangements for marrying my daughter?
Smith. Neither, Mr. Dunnbrowne. I came to make arrangements for burying her as requested in your note.
Dunn. (mystified) Burying my daughter! Requested in my note! What does this mean? Explain yourself, Mr. Smith.
Smith. (takes letter from his pocket and hands it to Dunn.) An explanation is needless. There is your letter asking me to come here and make arrangements for your daughter's interment.
Dunn. (examining letter) I never wrote this. There is a great mistake somewhere. (returns letter)
Smith. Then is your daughter not dead?
Dunn. No; she is enjoying splendid health, I am glad to say. But am I to understand that you are really an undertaker and that your name is Smith?
Smith. Certainly! Who and what did you think I was?
Dunn. A gentleman who wished to marry my daughter—not bury her. (takes letter from his pocket) See, I received this letter this morning from a Mr. Smith, who wishes to be my son-in-law—(gives the letter to Smith, who looks it over)—and I was under the impression that you were the author of it.