The Magistrate: A Farce in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Agatha Posket.

I dare not!

Charlotte.

Why?

Agatha Posket.

I should have to take such a back seat for the rest of my married life.

[The party at the card-table breaks up.

Mr. Bullamy.

[Grumpily.] No, thank you, not another minute. [To Mr. Posket.] What is the use of talking about revenge, my dear Posket, when I haven’t a penny piece left to play with?