Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Now sit down. I’m perfectly ravenous.

[The Butler and the Footman bring in luncheon, which is eaten during the next scene.

Aunt Eliza.

I perceive that the tender passion hasn’t in the least interfered with your appetite.

Mrs. Dot.

Oh, my dear James, I’m so unhappy.

Blenkinsop.

You look it.

Mrs. Dot.

By the way, how do I look?