The Magistrate: A Farce in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Cis and Mr. Posket.

Hey!

Cis.

Ha, ha! Come on! Serve the supper, Achille.

Blond.

Ah! he is a grand fellow, Mr. Farringdon. [Cis and Mr. Posket go into the other room.] [To Isidore.] Replace the canapé.

[There is a sharp knock at the other door. Blond follows Cis and Mr. Posket into the other room, then locks the door on the inside.

Isidore.

Come in, please.