Cæsar's Wife: A Comedy in Three Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

Appleby.

Fanny, it looks to me as though we'd bitten off as big a piece of cake as we can chew with any comfort.

Mrs. Appleby.

Oh, well, we'll do our best. And though I never could do arithmetic I've always thought perhaps one might be saved without. Good-bye, Lady Little, and thank you for having us.

Violet.

Good-bye.

[There are general farewells and they go to the door. Ronny opens it for them. They go out.]

Ronny.

I forgot to tell you, sir, Mrs. Pritchard has just telephoned to ask if she can see you on a matter of business.

Arthur.