Married Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

by John Baldwin Buckstone

Mrs. Dis. But she has a cause for her jealousy.

Dis. Certainly, when you are present.

Mrs. Dis. Didn’t we see him, yesterday, following a young person past our house?

Dis. What of that? ’tis a natural impulse to which our sex are peculiarly subject.

Mrs. Cod. Except Mr. Coddle—were Venus herself to rise from the sea before him, he’d take to his heels for fear of catching cold from the foam.

Mrs. Dis. Tell Mr. Coddle the strange result of our inquiries, respecting Mr. Lynx’s conduct.

Dis. Pooh! tell him yourself.

Mrs. Dis. The young person that we saw Mr. Lynx following, and striving to speak to, was joined by an elderly lady in black.

Cod. Eh! an elderly lady in black—’twas she, he told me she was in black.—(aside.)