Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

I don’t think you’re in a very good temper to-day.

Gerald.

[Crossly.] Pardon me, I’m in the best possible temper.

Mrs. Dot.

You certainly ought to be with the prospect of spending a week in almost uninterrupted tête-à-tête with the object of your affections.

Gerald.

I can’t make you out. You’re so changed since last we met.

Mrs. Dot.

You see, last time I thought I was in love with you. Now I know I’m not.

Gerald.