Married Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

by John Baldwin Buckstone

Young. It can’t be the same.

Mrs. Y. It is.

Young. It isn’t.

Mrs. Lynx. Now, pray, don’t trifle with me; think of my dreadful suspense—think of my feelings at this moment.

Mrs. Y. Mrs. Dove is now below, with her husband; shall I ask her to walk up?—then she can relate this strange circumstance herself.

Young. You ought first to tell Mrs. Lynx, who and what the people are, before you introduce them to her.

Mrs. Y. There is no necessity for it.

Young. There is.

Mrs. Y. There isn’t.

Young. I tell you, there is.