Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

I gained my reputation by remarking once that it was possible for a penniless young man who married a very rich woman old enough to be his mother to be genuinely in love with her.

Lady Sellenger.

I think it was a very cynical observation.

Mrs. Dot.

[To Lady Sellenger.] You know my nephew, don’t you?

Lady Sellenger.

How d’you do? I think we met at dear Gerald’s a week or two ago.

Freddie.

[Shaking hands.] How d’you do? [To Nellie.] Have you quite forgotten me?

Nellie.