The Magistrate: A Farce in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Agatha Posket.

Coming? Why didn’t you bring it with you?

Wyke.

I walk quicker than the cab, ma’am. It’s a good horse, slow, but very certain.

Agatha Posket.

We will come down.

Wyke.

[To himself.] Just what the horse has done. [To Agatha Posket.] Yes, ma’am.

[Wyke goes out.