Mrs. Cod monologue — Married Life: A Comedy, in Three Acts

How very odd! how very strange! though this note arrived last night, I have scarcely done anything since but read it.--(_Reads._)--"My dear Mrs. Coddle, pray pardon the warmth of my temper that led me to use certain expressions to you, of which, at the time, I was not conscious--though now, on recollection of them, I express my sorrow. Forgive me, and dine with us at five to-morrow, do not dissappoint me on your life, as I have a strong reason for inviting you; bring Coddle with you, of course. Sincerely yours, Emmeline Lynx." What a strange woman! who would suppose, that yesterday, she desired me to quit the house and never enter there again. Well, I'm resolved to go. What a length of time Coddle takes for dressing; 'tis now half-past four, and I have been ready this hour.--(_She knocks at R. H. D._)--Coddle, you drone, make haste.