Cod. Hush! here’s Mrs. Lynx.
MRS. LYNX re-enters, a letter in her hand. CODDLE regards her with anxiety. MRS. LYNX is trembling with agitation.
Mrs. Lynx. It was—it was as I suspected, a black falsehood.
Lynx. What is the matter?
Cod. I shall fall flat on the floor, something is going to happen.
Mrs. Ly. (To LYNX.)—Restrain your curiosity, sir; you will know all in a moment, there is a lady below.
Cod. I thought so.
Mrs. Lynx. An elderly lady in black.
Cod. (Falling back in his chair, in utter despair.)—I’m a dead man.