Married Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

by John Baldwin Buckstone

Young. If you aggravate me in this manner, I’ll go home again.

Mrs. Ly. Well—well.

Mrs. Y. Last night, at a friend’s house, we accidentally met Mr. and Mrs. Dove—when she informed us that she had given up her school, and was now in London for the purpose of collecting some old debts, and amongst the names of the persons that she had to call on, was that of a Mr. Lynx——

Mrs. Ly. My husband?

Mrs. Y. Your husband.

Young. Louisa, how can you? why will you thus agitate Mrs. Lynx?—you are not sure the Mr. Lynx, that Mrs. Dove is looking for, is the husband of our friend—we merely surmised that it was.

Mrs. Y. I tell you, I’m certain it is the same.

Young. You are not!

Mrs. Y. I am.