Jack Straw: A Farce in Three Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

I can never do it. I shall never ’old up my ’ead again.

Jack Straw.

Come. I am convinced that the duchess is growing restive. I will murmur a few soft nothings in her ear.

Mrs. Parker-Jennings.

Oh, well, I suppose the only thing is to risk it. But you just wait, young man, you wait.

Jack Straw.

I think I can promise you that no one here will—blow the gaff.

Mrs. Parker-Jennings.

Upon my soul, you talk as if I was the criminal.

[She starts and stops suddenly with a cry.