Dove. Aunt, says I—an’t you afraid of being exercised and taken before the conjugal authorities?
Cod. For what? tell me for what?
All. Hush, hush! Silence.
Lynx. Proceed, Mr. Dove.
Dove. Henry, says she, I am here on a matter that demands me to be very circumflex, and I beg you will not make known to any one that you have met me. Aunt, says I—I—owe you a grudge; do you remember how you used to use me, when I cleaned the boots in that family where you was cook?——
Cod. Lord! cook! Go on!
Dove. But to alleviate a long story, suffice it to say—that I found out she calls herself——
Cod. Mrs. Samuel Coddle!
Dove. Yes; she went out to the West Indies, in a doctor’s family, on account of some unlawful willanies. She went to Antigua——
Cod. True.