Mollentrave on Women: A comedy in three acts

by Alfred Sutro

Dexter (enters L. U. E. producing it) Yes, sir.

Mollen. Sit down, sit down. (Dexter sits L. of C. table) By the way, you've written that letter for me to Lord Contareen?

Dexter. I have it in there for you to sign, sir, with the others.

Mollen. What date did I fix for his—reappearance, Dexter?

Dexter. (turning up pages) I can give you the exact sentence, sir. (reading) "You have sown the seed, my dear sir, expect its germination in about six weeks. Then I shall invite you to examine the shoots."

Mollen. Yes, that will do! that will do. Couldn't be clearer. Now, Dexter, to return. I don't quite like the sub-title of that new chapter on Marriage, Dexter. Read it.

Dexter. "The Marriage-Course. The First Lap."

Mollen. Exactly. It's too concrete. And suggests other laps to follow.

Dexter. (chuckling) Yes, sir. Lapses.