The Profligate: A Play in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

To-morrow!

Leslie.

Yes. I’ve written to my old schoolmistress at Helmstead begging her to take me again—not to learn; I’ve nothing more to learn! But I want to sit amongst the girls again, to walk with them, and to run down to the brook with my hands in theirs as I did—only six weeks ago. Only six weeks ago.

Hugh Murray.

And Wilfrid?

Leslie.

Wilfrid has promised to visit me very often, as he used to. So everything will be as it was—just as it was.

Hugh Murray.

I knew you could not remain in this dreary hotel, but still—why so suddenly?

Leslie.