Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Of course. It’s quite natural.

Nellie.

What do you want me to do?

Mrs. Dot.

Well, I want you to be very good and sweet and help me to cure him. I’d send him away, only it would have no effect. I thought if he saw you again he might find out that you have at least one or two faults. At present he thinks you too perfect for words.

Nellie.

I’m not that, really.

Mrs. Dot.

I didn’t think you were. I want you to promise that you’ll do nothing that he can in the least take as encouragement. I want you to be very distant and very cold.

Nellie.