Tom. You said I was alive.
Whi. But, bless my heart, you don’t suppose every man alive is privileged to embrace Miss O’Fipp?
Mat. A nice time I’d have of it.
O’Fi. I tell ye, sorr, Tom Cobb is dead and buried.
Whi. Yes, poor Tom, he’s dead. (Wipes his eyes.)
Tom. But you just said I was alive.
Whi. Yes, old chap, you’re alive.
Tom (puzzled). I see, your theory is that I’m alive; but I’m not Tom Cobb.
Whi. Yes; that’s my theory.
Tom. But I’m like him, ain’t I?