The Magistrate: A Farce in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

[He goes out.

Lukyn.

So, you’ve been badly treated by a woman, eh, Vale?

Vale.

Shockingly. Between man and man, a Miss Verrinder—Charlotte. [Turning away.] Excuse me, Lukyn.

[Produces a folded silk handkerchief, shakes it out, and gently blows his nose.

Lukyn.

[Lighting a cigarette.] Certainly—certainly—does you great credit. Pretty woman?

Vale.