Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

You must take care, Lady Sellenger. You’re growing sentimental.

Lady Sellenger.

But I’ve always been as sentimental as a schoolgirl in my heart. Only, so long as Nellie’s future was unarranged, I was obliged to keep a tight hand on myself.

Mrs. Dot.

Of course, Jimmie laughs; he doesn’t know what love is.

Lady Sellenger.

Have you never been loved for yourself, Mr. Blenkinsop?

Blenkinsop.

I have, but I have always found it deuced expensive.

Gerald.