Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Mrs. Dot.

You certainly are rather good-looking. I’ve never noticed it before.

Freddie.

It’s no good, you know. You’re my aunt, and the prayer book wouldn’t let you marry me.

Mrs. Dot.

Now I come to think of it, I daresay you’re quite grown up to any one who didn’t know you in Etons.

Freddie.

I don’t know what on earth you’re talking about.

Mrs. Dot.

I suppose a girl might quite easily fall in love with you. It had never occurred to me.