Married Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

by John Baldwin Buckstone

Mrs. Dove. Good day to you, Madam—I hope you find yourself in perfect health?

Dove. (Bowing.)—Good day, Madam, feel yourself pretty well?

Mrs. Dove. Henry, my dear, silence.

Mrs. Ly. I am obliged to you for being so faithful to your promise.

Mrs. Dove. ’Tis the height of ill-manners to disappoint one’s friends in an invite to dinner.

Dove. And very stupid too—to refuse wittles.

Mrs. Dove. Henry, my dear—

Dove. My darling, you never will let me talk.

Mrs. Dove. Not till you know how, my love.