Married Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

by John Baldwin Buckstone

Mrs. Dove. ’Tis some time since we met.

Lynx. Almost a year, I think.

Dove. Eleven months! I ought to know, because we warn’t united when Mr. Lynx used to give me half a crown for——

Mrs. Dove. Henry—

Mrs. Ly. I was informed that you knew these good people?—(To LYNX.)

Lynx. Oh yes, my dear—they are my very old friends.

Mrs. Ly. Then I am happy in being the cause of renewing a friendship that seems so warm on either side; come, Mr. Dove, lead me to the dining-room—our friends have arrived, no doubt. Mr. Dove, will you favour me with your arm?

Dove. Eh!—(Looking confused at his wife.)—What am I to do?

Mrs. Dove. Give Mrs. Lynx your arm.

Mrs. Ly. Lionel, will you bring Mrs. Dove?