The Profligate: A Play in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Hugh Murray.

I doubt whether Providence is ever especially busy in promoting the union of a delicate-minded child with a coarse gross-natured profligate.

Mr. Cheal.

Mr. Murray, you are speaking of a client in terms to which I prefer being no party. Mr. Renshaw may have yielded to some of the lighter temptations not unknown even in my youth—except to those employed in legal studies. But the world is not apt to condemn the—the——

Hugh Murray.

The license it permits itself!

Mr. Cheal.

You are bullying the world, Mr. Murray. I don’t attempt, sir, to be much wiser than the world.

Hugh Murray.