Dandy Dick: A Play in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

My dear Georgiana, these are the common courtesies of every-day life.

Georgiana.

They are acts which any true woman would esteem. Gus won’t readily forget the critical moment when all the cut chaff ran down the back of his neck—nor shall I.

Sir Tristram.

Nor shall I forget the way in which you gave Dandy his whisky out of a soda water bottle just before the race.

Georgiana.

That’s nothing—any lady would do the same.

Sir Tristram.

Nothing! You looked like the Florence Nightingale of the paddock! Oh, Georgiana, why, why, why won’t you marry me?

Georgiana.