Mr. Posket.
No wife of mine sups, unknown to me, with dissolute military men; we will have a judicial separation, Mrs. Posket.
Agatha Posket.
Certainly—I suppose you’ll manage that at your police court, too?
Mr. Posket.
I shall send for my solicitor at once.
Agatha Posket.
Æneas! Mr. Posket! Whatever happens, you shall not have the custody of my boy.
Mr. Posket.