Dove. Then allow me to observe, while you were pillaging your wardrobe, your gratitude might have jogged your memory a little, respecting the condition of your preserver’s clothes; this is quite the result of your own exuberance.
Mrs. Dove. My dear Henry——
Cod. Hush, Mrs. Dove; allow your husband to select his own words at pleasure—yield a little to each other, ’tis the best and only way to secure domestic peace. I shall yield everything. Look at me; I that three days ago was all flannel and under-waistcoats, now intend to defy air, draughts, open-windows, corner-houses, everything; and I and Mrs. Coddle are going in search of the North Pole. Lynx, my boy, have you cleared up your mystery and satisfied your wife? that’s right, now let us forgive and forget; forget all but those qualities that first induced us to marry. Mrs. Sam, what did you have me for?
Mrs. Cod. Because I could discover, through all your eccentricities, a natural goodness of heart.
Cod. Then whenever you are inclined to be angry with me, always think of that, and I in return will ever remember the affection that first led me to seek you. Lynx, what did you marry for?
Lynx. I freely confess it was for love.
Cod. And you, Mrs. Lynx, married him from the same impulse?
Mrs. Ly. Yes, Sir.
Cod. And you, Mr. and Mrs. Younghusband, married——
Young. For the same reason, as our friends Mr. and Mrs. Lynx married.