Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Mrs. Dot.

You monster!

Freddie.

What’s the matter?

Mrs. Dot.

Give me that flower!

Freddie.

I shall do nothing of the sort. I shall put it in my button-hole.

Mrs. Dot.

Freddie, I’ve come to the conclusion that you want a holiday. I wish you to pack up your things at once and go to Brighton for a week. You’re looking pale and tired. I’m sure you’ve been working too hard.