The Profligate: A Play in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

I warn you! As surely as we now stand face to face, the crime you commit to-day you will expiate bitterly!

Dunstan Renshaw.

Thank you for your warning, Mr. Murray. It is my intention to expiate my atrocities by a life of tolerable ease and comfort. [Looking at his watch.] We shall really lose our train.

Hugh Murray.

[Turning away in disgust.] Oh!

Dunstan Renshaw.

And it may surprise a sentimental Scotch gentleman like yourself to learn that marriages of contentment are the reward of husbands who have taken the precaution to sow their wild oats rather thickly.

Hugh Murray.

Contentment!