Mrs. Y. A young lady! My husband place a young lady under your care?
Young. Nay, madam, before you distress yourself, you had better be assured that the Mr. Lynx alluded to, is your husband.
Mrs. Dove. The gentleman’s Christian cognomen was Lionel.
Dove. Lionel Lynx, Esquire.
Mrs. Dove. Silence, my dear!
Dove. That is what was on a trunk he sent to our house; that’s all I know, my precious.
Mrs. Ly. The name is perfectly correct.
Mrs. Dove. I was told that he had been in the army.
Mrs. Ly. Right, Madam.