The Benefit of the Doubt; a Comedy in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Justina.

[Throwing her head back.] Ha!

Fraser.

[To her, angrily.] I believe you would grin by the side of a grave.

Justina.

[Shrugging her shoulders.] Cela dépend.

Fraser.

[Turning away in disgust.] Ah!

Justina.

[Jumping up.] Oh, I’ve had my bad days lately—plenty of ’em! This morning the atmosphere’s a bit clearer. [Gaily.] Tra, la, la!