Lynx. You certainly could not expect to remain here unknown.
Cod. Why?
Lynx. The house not only belongs to an inspector of the police, but a Bow-street officer occupies the floor above you.
Cod. Oh! I am a doomed man.—(Falling into his chair.)
Lynx. The woman of the house gave me your whole history, when I called a quarter of an hour ago. I expect two or three of our friends here in a moment. Dismal, I have left at the door.
Cod. Which do you think the easiest method of quitting life?
Lynx. Quitting life!
Cod. Aye, of committing suicide?—hanging, poisoning, suffocation, drowning, or the pistol? For to one of these escapes from my terrors, I am determined to apply.
Lynx. Then you have not seen your wife?