The Profligate: A Play in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Twenty-three, Ely Place—very near here.

Lord Dangars.

I’ll walk with you, my boy, and lend you my moral support.

Dunstan Renshaw.

Thanks. But, excuse me, George, I think we’ll part company at the Registrar’s front door.

Lord Dangars.

You believe in omens then, eh?

Dunstan Renshaw.

Well, every man does on his wedding morning.