The Magistrate: A Farce in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Agatha Posket.

I will speak to Æneas about this little girl, at any rate.

Enter Mr. Posket, a mild gentleman of about fifty, smoking a cigarette, followed by Mr. Bullamy, a fat, red-faced man with a bronchial cough and general huskiness.

Mr. Posket.

Smoke anywhere, Bullamy—smoke anywhere.

Mr. Bullamy.

Not with my bronchitis, thank ye.

Mr. Posket.

[Beaming at Agatha Posket.] Ah, my darling!