Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

I say, what a pretty hand you have! It looks so white on mine, doesn’t it?

[Mrs. Dot creeps back and stands behind a bush, so that she cannot be seen.

Nellie.

I rather like your hand. It’s so strong and brown.

Freddie.

You know, you’re awfully easy to get on with. Sometimes I feel dreadfully shy and nervous with women, but I can think of all sorts of things I want to say to you.

Nellie.

I seem to have known you all my life.

Freddie.

[Impulsively.] Isn’t it jolly here?