The Magistrate: A Farce in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

[Kissing him.] Run along, my boy.

Cis.

Good-night, ma. Good-night, Aunt Charlotte.

Charlotte.

Good-night, Cis.

Agatha Posket.

[To herself.] I wish the cab would come.

[Agatha Posket and Charlotte look out of the window.

Cis.

[At the door.] Ahem! Good-night, Guv.