Married Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

by John Baldwin Buckstone

Mrs. Younghusband. (Running to MRS. LYNX, and taking both her hands.)—How d’ye do, dear? don’t mind me and Y. coming in so unceremoniously—we have called to give you some information.

Younghusband. How can you talk so absurdly, Louisa? we have not called to give Mrs. Lynx any information.

Mrs. Y. For what, then?

Young. Merely to tell her that a person wishes to see her.

Mrs. Y. Well, that is information.

Young. No, it isn’t.

Mrs. Y. Yes, it is.

Young. How can that be?

Mrs. Y. To tell any body of any matter is to inform them; and to inform people, is, of course, to give them information. How you do contradict me!