The Magistrate: A Farce in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Ah! Thank goodness that ordeal is passed. Now, Wormington, I think I am ready to face the duties of the day! Shall we go into Court?

Mr. Wormington.

Certainly, sir.

[Mr. Wormington gathers up papers from the table. Mr. Posket with a shaking hand pours out water from carafe and drinks.

Mr. Posket.

My breakfast. [To Mr. Wormington.] I hope I defended the sanctity of the Englishman’s hearth, Wormington?

Mr. Wormington.

You did, indeed. As a married man, I thank you.

Mr. Posket.

Give me your arm, Wormington! I am not very well this morning, and this interview with Colonel Lukyn has shaken me. I think your coat-collar is turned up, Wormington.