Jack Straw: A Farce in Three Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

They’re just strolling along.

Mrs. Parker-Jennings.

Then it’s too late. And it’s all got to come out before Florrie Withers.

Vincent.

[From the window.] I say, Lady Wanley is making him look at the roses.

Holland.

She is a brick; she’s gaining every moment she can.

Jack Straw.

By the way, talking about roses, have you had that bunch put in a basket that I cut for Mrs. Withers?

Mrs. Parker-Jennings.