Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Mrs. Dot.

Make the second one out in the names of James Blenkinsop and Frances Annandale Worthley.

Blenkinsop.

I absolutely refuse.

Mrs. Dot.

But you must let me. You can’t leave an old friend in the lurch.

Blenkinsop.

It’s all very fine to invoke the claims of friendship, but it’s carrying it rather far when you pay three guineas for a special licence.

Mrs. Dot.

My dear man, I can’t drag you to the altar.