Dove. I want to speak to Mr. Coddle, on a pint of vast prominence to him.
Dis. I forgot to tell you, he was asking for you when I came up; he says that he has something to tell you respecting your first wife.
Coddle. What can it be? Shall I let him in?
Lynx. Yes, yes!—(CODDLE opens the door; DOVE enters; CODDLE closes the door again and bolts it.)
Dove. Ha! how d’ye do, gentlemen all? We meet, again, under very conspicuous circumstances.
Coddle. (Placing a chair, and going to his seat.)—Sit down, Sir.
Dove. We’re all bachelors again, I hear! I an’t seen Mrs. Dove since yesterday; she worked upon my feelings, and aspirated me to that degree, that I went and got cummy fo; and now I am afraid to go home.
Coddle. Well, Sir! this information——
Dove. Yes, sir,—but first allow me to collect my loose memorandums; my head’s a little circumfused.
Lynx. Proceed, sir, I beg; consider Mr. Coddle’s anxiety.