The Profligate: A Play in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Weaver.

If you mean to get to Cannon Street, to catch the 12.37 for Folkestone, you haven’t any time to lose, sir.

Dunstan Renshaw.

Oh. [To Wilfrid.] Leslie is affixing her signature, with a great deal of dignity, to some legal documents in the next room. Ask her to omit the flourishes, Wilfrid; there’s a good fellow.

[Wilfrid goes quickly into the clerk’s office followed by Weaver.]

Dunstan Renshaw.

[Hums an air and yawns.] I say, Murray, if you ever marry, take my advice—patronize the Registrar; the process is rapid and merciful.

Hugh Murray.

Mr. Renshaw, I don’t stand in need of your counsel on the question of marriage, but less than half an hour ago you might with profit to yourself have asked for mine.