Cod. And have proved it, too. Didn’t I visit you every week, when you lodged in that airy situation at Hampstead?
Lynx. My wife has, by some means, yet unknown to myself, discovered my connexion with a young female.
Cod. Oh you villain—why don’t you wear a Welsh wig? you would escape all these troubles, then?
Lynx. I am compelled to avoid all explanation respecting her.
Cod. Well?
Lynx. ’Tis in your power to relieve me from my embarrassment.
Cod. In what way?
Lynx. This young female, I, some time since, placed at a country school for protection——
Cod. You rogue!
Lynx. She disappeared, and all trace of her had been lost.