The Magistrate: A Farce in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Agatha Posket.

I did—Charlotte’s a single girl.

Mr. Posket.

I fancy, madam, you found my conduct under that table perfectly respectful?

Agatha Posket.

I don’t know—I was too agitated to notice.

Mr. Posket.

Evasion—you’re like all the women.

Agatha Posket.

Profligate! You oughtn’t to know that!