Lynx. Yet, now I think of it,—I have two or three places to call at, where I may be detained.
Mrs. Ly. I can wait for you.
Lynx. That will be so unpleasant: I shall be fidgetty at the thought of your becoming impatient, and then half the little matters that I may have to arrange, may escape my memory. You had better name to-morrow for our walk.
Mrs. Ly. You won’t take me this morning?
Lynx. Not this morning.
Mrs. Ly. You will go out?
Lynx. I must.
Mrs. Ly. Very well, Sir.—(Aside.)—Perfidious man, you will bitterly repent this treatment of me.—There is some one in the hall.
Lynx. (Looking off, L. H.)—They’re your friends, Mr. and Mrs. Coddle; they will amuse you during the ten minutes that I require for dressing. What a strange couple—so oddly assorted; poor Coddle, is the thinnest, chilliest man in the world. You must shut all your windows.
Mrs. Ly. His wife will immediately open them.