The Magistrate: A Farce in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Lukyn.

[To himself.] Poor Posket!

Mr. Posket.

[To himself.] Poor Lukyn!

Lukyn.

[To himself.] I suppose he has been sitting up for his wife all night, poor devil! [To Mr. Posket.] Ahem! How are you, Posket?

[Mr. Wormington touches Mr. Posket’s shoulder.

Mr. Posket.

I regret to see you in this terrible position, Colonel Lukyn.