Cod. Which?
Lynx. Your second.
Cod. Not since we parted at your house yesterday. I can never face her again. How is Mrs. Lynx?
Lynx. She has left me.
Cod. Left you!
Lynx. I am now in search of her, for this morning I have received intelligence that leaves me at liberty to confess more respecting that girl, than I have hitherto dared to tell.
Cod. That girl? my adopted daughter, you mean?
Lynx. I do; to this alone is my wife indebted for my seeking her. I would rather have died, than have been the first to advance one step towards a reconciliation, after her deliberate attempt yesterday at publicly exposing me.—(A knock heard again at L. H. D.)
Cod. There’s somebody else, who can it be?
Lynx. ’Tis no doubt, Dismal, our brother in misfortune.