Cod. (Apprehensively.)—What is it?
Dove. An individual——
Mrs. Dove. Silence, Henry!
Mrs. Ly. (Rising.)—The servant is in altercation with some one at the door; who can it be?
Lynx. (Rising.)—Ring the bell.
Mrs. Ly. No, no—I’ll go myself.
[Exit L. H.
Cod. I have a horrid presentiment of evil; a moment since I was glowing like a furnace, with joy—and now I freeze again, with terror.
Mrs. Cod. What’s the matter, dear? do you feel cold?