Dove. Well then—you must know—yesterday—after you had all gone, Mrs. D. exaggerated me to such a pitch, that I flew out of the house—never intending to be united again.
Cod. Well?
Dove. As I was a rushing through the streets—resolved to do as I liked—and talk as I liked, and to remove every obelisk that stood in my way of so doing, who should I run against but a lady in black——
Cod. (Starting up.)—Ah!
Lynx. Sit still, and hear him out.
Dove. Bless me, says I, why, Ma’am, I know you; pray, an’t we united by ties of iniquity? she looked at me—I looked at her, and she became mutilated to the spot——
Cod. Go on, go on.
Dove. Aunt, says I——
Cod. Aunt!