Mrs. Ly. That is my wish, sir.
Lynx. Be warned—if you leave me now—it must—it shall be for ever.
Mrs. Ly. It is, sir, for ever.—(Rushes out L. H. All the company rise.)
Lynx. Nay, nay, keep your seats, my friends—keep your seats. I will not have a soul stir a foot to expostulate with her; let her take her own course. I have been in error, I confess; but not to the extent that she supposes; her causeless jealousies—her unceasing suspicions have wearied me, and she is free to go—pray do not be disturbed on my account—make yourselves happy; I am sorry that our meeting should have ended thus—but my wife is to blame—she would not hear—would not listen to me, and now—(aside.)—I leave this house, never to return.
[Exit, R. H.
Dove. Now he’s gone—shall I follow him, love?
Mrs. Dove. No, no; sit still, dear.
Mrs. Y. Call him back! Mr. Lynx!—(calling.)—he’ll do himself a mischief—I know he will.
Young. He wont, sit still—if you follow and torment him as you do me, sometimes—you will, indeed, drive him to desperation.