The Magistrate: A Farce in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Agatha Posket.

[Rising, with her mouth full, and a piece of teacake in her hand.] Sir!

[Charlotte takes the tray and everything on it from the table and goes towards the door.

Mr. Bullamy.

[Going to the door.] There’s going to be an explanation.

Charlotte.

[At the door.] There’s going to be an explanation.

[Charlotte and Mr. Bullamy go out quietly.

Mr. Posket.

How dare you look me in the face, madam?