The Profligate: A Play in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Mr. Cheal.

I beg your pardon, Mr. Murray. I should have thought that a young gentleman of your severe training would scarcely need to be reminded that marriages are——

Hugh Murray.

Made in Heaven?

Mr. Cheal.

Yes, sir, certainly.

Hugh Murray.

This one, sir, is the exclusive manufacture of Holborn.

Mr. Cheal.

That’s rather a flippant observation, Mr. Murray.