Married Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

by John Baldwin Buckstone

Re-enter LYNX, dressed for walking.

Lynx. Good morning, my friends; I am going to leave you; don’t you hurry away on my account.

Mrs. Ly. There’s no necessity for that; I shall be alone the whole day.

Mrs. Cod. (To MRS. LYNX.)—Ah! you are a happy woman in possessing such a husband! Look at him, Coddle; observe his manner—his air. Why don’t you dress in that fashion?

Cod. Me! as thinly clad as Mr. Lynx is now—would you see me in my grave? Ugh! I shudder to look at him.

Mrs. Cod. I’m sorry that you are going out.—(To LYNX.)—I thought to have passed a very pleasant morning in your society.

Mrs. Ly. (Aside)—I’m certain there’s an understanding between them.—(Watching them with suspicion.)

Mrs. Cod. (To LYNX)—A word with you—(she whispers LYNX, and laughs)—Eh? Ha! Ha! Ha! it would be very droll, now—would it not?

Lynx. Ha! Ha! very, indeed.