Mrs. Ly. Certainly, as I have no opposing evidence to the veracity of your story; though, still, I think it very—very strange, that you should have so troubled yourself on Mr. Coddle’s account, if ’twere a mere act of friendship; the most famed heroes of antiquity have never been surpassed.
Coddle. Ha! ha! now I feel happy; now my mind is at ease, and I’ll be comfortable. How that Mrs. Dismal fixes her eyes on me! Now fill your glasses; Mr. Dove, take care of your lady.
Dove. Yes, yes!—(A knock and ring heard.)
Lynx. Some arrival.—(DOVE jumps up and runs off, L. H.)
Mrs. Dove. (Starting up.)—Henry, come back. I declare the man has gone to the door. Henry!
DOVE re-enters.
Dove. The door’s opened; there’s an individual——
Mrs. Dove. Sit down, my dear, sit down.
Dove. (Aside.)—I never shall get over answering the door, when a knock comes.—(Voices heard without, in altercation.)
A voice. You mistake; you do, indeed!—You mistake.