The Benefit of the Doubt; a Comedy in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

John.

[To Quaife, calmly.] Wait; I’ll ring.

[Quaife retires.

Olive.

[Pointing to the letter.] Isn’t that letter from Mrs. Fraser?

John.

[After opening the letter.] Yes. [He reads the letter to himself.] Poor little lady! This is bad news.

Sir Fletcher Portwood.

[Agitatedly.] Really, Mr. Allingham, really?

John.