Arthur Wing Pinero,
The Magistrate: A Farce in Three Acts
“ Æneas; men always think they are marrying angels, and women would be angels if they never had to grow old. That warps their dispositions. I have deceived you, Æneas.Mr. Posket.Ah! Lukyn!Agatha Posket.No—no—you don’t understand! Lukyn was my boy’s godfather in eighteen sixty-six.Mr. Posket.1866?Cis.1886? [Pg 159] Cis and Mr. Posket. [Together, reckoning rapidly upon their fingers.] 1886.Agatha Posket.S-s-s-h! Don’t count! Cis, go away! [To Mr. Posket.] When you proposed to me in the “Pantheon” at Spa, you particularly remarked, “Mrs. Farringdon, I love you for yourself alone.” ”
