Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

You’ll tell us next that a boy who’s been to Eton and Oxford has a pure and innocent mind.

Mrs. Dot.

My dear child, he simply raves about you. He’s been talking of nothing else ever since you met.

Lady Sellenger.

But doesn’t he know that Nellie is going to be married at the end of the season?

Mrs. Dot.

Of course, he does. I’ve dinned it into his ears, but it seems to have no effect on him. He’s the sort of lover that will hear of no obstacles. It’s really quite pathetic to hear the passionate harangues that he pours into my ears.

Nellie.

What sort of things does he say?

Mrs. Dot.