The Profligate: A Play in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Dunstan Renshaw.

Brick walls still exist, but a heavy fish on your line breaks down your notions of propriety and you paddle along mid-stream. You soon discover some pretty little women with their arms round each other’s waists, and you apologise profusely.

Lord Dangars.

But you risk rheumatism.

Dunstan Renshaw.

So Leslie thought, and that won me her sympathy.

Lord Dangars.

And sympathy is akin to love.

Dunstan Renshaw.