Lady Bracknell. May I ask if it is in this house that your invalid
friend Mr. Bunbury resides?

Algernon. [Stammering.] Oh! No! Bunbury doesn't live here.
Bunbury is somewhere else at present. In fact, Bunbury is dead,

Lady Bracknell. Dead! When did Mr. Bunbury die? His death must
have been extremely sudden.

Algernon. [Airily.] Oh! I killed Bunbury this afternoon. I mean
poor Bunbury died this afternoon.

Lady Bracknell. What did he die of?

Algernon. Bunbury? Oh, he was quite exploded.

Lady Bracknell. Exploded! Was he the victim of a revolutionary
outrage? I was not aware that Mr. Bunbury was interested in social
legislation. If so, he is well punished for his morbidity.

Algernon. My dear Aunt Augusta, I mean he was found out! The
doctors found out that Bunbury could not live, that is what I mean--
so Bunbury died.

Lady Bracknell. He seems to have had great confidence in the
opinion of his physicians. I am glad, however, that he made up his
mind at the last to some definite course of action, and acted under
proper medical advice. And now that we have finally got rid of this
Mr. Bunbury, may I ask, Mr. Worthing, who is that young person whose