[Exit LYNX.
Dis. I wont—I’ve been used very ill—I walked before my house for an hour this morning, and though Mrs. D. was seated at the window, she wouldn’t turn her head to notice me.
Young. Where my wife can be I am at a loss to guess. Not at her aunt’s, I have been there, and they have not seen her. I am getting quite distracted.
Dis. So am I.
Young. Then give me your arm, if you won’t go home to your wife, you must and shall help me to regain mine. It is a man’s duty sir, to advance the first step towards a reconciliation.
Dis. I have advanced.
Young. You have not.
Dis. Didn’t I walk by the house?
Young. No.
Dis. I did, and I won’t go again.