Mrs. Y. I will.
Young. You shall not.
Mrs. Y. I hate you.
Young. You don’t.
Mrs. Y. I do.
Young. You don’t.
Mrs. Y. I do.
(The voices of MR. and MRS. Y. are heard contradicting each other, till they gradually cease.)
Mrs. Ly. I surely never felt the passion of jealousy till this moment; all my past suspicions have been mere faults of temper, compared with the restlessness, the wretched thoughts, and sinking of the heart, that I now endure. Who can this girl be? Where is she now? He knows full well—no doubt he visits her—may at this moment be in her society. I’ll leave the house—him—all—for this agony is more than I can bear—(she is rushing out L. H. when LYNX appears.)
Lynx. Where are you going in such haste?