The Magistrate: A Farce in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Mr. Bullamy.

Pleasure—pleasure!

Mr. Posket.

I have never met her yet, we will share first impressions. In the interim, will Miss Tomlinson delight us with a little music?

Mr. Bullamy.

[Bustling up to the piano.] If this young lady is going to sing she might like one of my jujubes.

[Beatie sits at the piano with Cis and Mr. Bullamy on each side of her. Mr. Posket treads on a nut as he walks over to his wife.

Mr. Posket.

Dear me—how come nuts into the drawing-room? [To Agatha.] Of what is my darling thinking so deeply? [Treads on another nut.] Another! My pet, there are nuts on the drawing-room carpet!