The Benefit of the Doubt; a Comedy in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Shafto.

Some sort of a premonition of his speedy return to single life. [Looking out of the window.] Same spotless white gate, I rejoice to see; same elms; same laurels—[Ascending the steps.] The library——! [Entering the room.] My heart sinks within me. [From within.] No, by Jove! Peter! Peter!

[Elphick goes and looks into the room through the balustrade.

Elphick.

What’s wrong?

Shafto.

[From within.] Nothing. I breathe again. All the essential features of Jack’s library are undisturbed. [Coming down the steps.] A luxurious sofa, Ruff’s Turf Guide, and the Stud Book.

Elphick.

[Drearily.] Blessed if there’s anything to make fun of in that.

Shafto.