The Benefit of the Doubt; a Comedy in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Nine.

Justina.

Ugh, dash it, yes! And this beastly scrape of Theophila’s has been no end of a shocker for me. From to-day I turn over the proverbial new leaf.

Mrs. Quinton Twelves.

So glad, dear.

Justina.

Just fancy! I’m the only single one out of we three musketeers. Great Scot, Kate, suppose I got left!

Mrs. Quinton Twelves.

[With a laugh.] ’Tina!

Justina.