Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Mrs. Dot.

[As they go to the house.] That’s not the way, you know.

Nellie.

[Coolly.] I’m only just going to get a handkerchief.

Mrs. Dot.

Oh, I see. I beg your pardon.

[They go. Gerald comes forward. He is rather grave and solemn.

Mrs. Dot.

What a picture they make, don’t they? I can’t tell you how much I like Nellie.

Gerald.