The Magistrate: A Farce in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Vale.

[To himself.] By Jove, that’s true.

Agatha Posket.

Not at all—not at all.

Lukyn.

[Helping the ladies.] I’ll make amends, by George! You may have noticed I’ve been confoundedly out of sorts. That’s my temperament—now up, now down. I’ve just taken a turn, ha, ha! Oysters.

[Handing plate to Agatha Posket.

Agatha Posket.

Thank you.