Married Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

by John Baldwin Buckstone

Lynx. (Offering his arm to MRS. DOVE.)—Certainly.

Dove. (Leading off MRS. LYNX, L. H.)—Well, I declare, this is genteel life.

Mrs. Dove. Thank you, Sir, you are very kind.—(LYNX leads off MRS. DOVE, L. H., CODDLE looks on R. H., quite pale.)

Cod. I have been running all over the house to look for Lynx,—I thought I heard his voice here—how I tremble! he must know that Mr. and Mrs. Dismal have seen that wretched woman—though they have promised secrecy, yet I cannot expect they will be always silent.—(Re-enter LYNX.)—Oh, my friend! I have been looking for you—they are all at dinner, but I can’t eat in the state of mind I am in. Mr. and Mrs. Dismal saw you talking to her.

Lynx. To whom?

Cod. The elderly lady in black.

Lynx. They did.

Cod. Don’t—don’t look so astonished, you frighten me.

Lynx. They surely will not talk of it?