Married Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

by John Baldwin Buckstone

Mrs. Dove. But had sold his commission, and married.

Mrs. Ly. You are right, Madam—it is the same; there is not the slightest shadow of a doubt but ’tis the same;—and this person that he placed with you, what was she?

Mrs. Dove. A young lady of great personal attractions.

Mrs. Ly. Ha!

Dove. She played the harp diwinely.

Mrs. Dove. Divinely, dear,—think of your v’s.

Dove. Hang them we’s—I shall never get over ’em.

Mrs. Dove. She was placed at my establishment, not so much with a view to education, as with reference to the meeting with a comfortable and respectable home at a moderate charge.

Dove. A hundred a-year, and bring your own silver knife, fork, spoon, and six towels!

Mrs. Dove. Hush, love, we must forget the school now!