The Benefit of the Doubt; a Comedy in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Shafto.

Hell.

John.

[With his hand to his brow.] Gurrrh!

Shafto.

[Sharply.] Now, then?

Elphick.

It’s done with now.

John.

[Recovering himself.] True; that cursed nightmare of an approaching trial isn’t waiting for me upstairs, in that bedroom of mine, any longer. And to-morrow morning I shall wake with a start to find—what’ll the feeling be like!—that I’ve no lawyers to interview. Besides, I haven’t much to complain of. You two fellows have kept close at my elbow throughout the whole business—hardly ever left me. Well, that’s friendship—[shaking hands abruptly, first with Elphick, then with Shafto]—God bless yer!