Cod. They have promised to be secret, but what will be my feelings, in their presence!—when either of them speak, I shall die with apprehension.
Lynx. Leave it to me; we will see this woman to-morrow, and make some arrangement with her.
Cod. I’ll say any thing—do any thing—give any thing, only conceal the affair from my wife.
Lynx. Depend upon me—and be at peace. But be sure you do not equivocate in the question of this girl. The school-mistress with whom she lived is now here—at my very table. Remember! I, at your request, placed the girl under her care.
Cod. Yes.
Lynx. Because you did not dare confess to your wife that you had incurred such a responsibility,—but now you are anxious to acknowledge her.
Cod. What will Mary say?
Lynx. Remember, you have sworn it.
Cod. I have, but tell me—who is this girl?