The Magistrate: A Farce in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

I didn’t know anything of the kind.

Vale.

I told you, Colonel Lukyn—this isn’t the conduct of an officer and a gentleman.

Lukyn.

Whose isn’t, yours or mine?

Vale.

Mine. I mean yours.

Lukyn.

You are in the presence of ladies, sir; take off my hat.

Vale.