Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Blenkinsop.

Do you want me to make love to you?

Mrs. Dot.

I’m afraid it’s asking a great deal of you.

Blenkinsop.

Not at all. Not at all. But I wish you’d tell me what your little game is.

Mrs. Dot.

Ah, here’s Aunt Eliza. The very person I wanted. [Aunt Eliza comes on the terrace from the house. Impulsively.] Aunt Eliza, will you be a perfect brick? Will you do something for me, that’s an awful nuisance?

Aunt Eliza.

My dear, why on earth are you so excited? Of course I’ll do anything in reason for you.