Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

[Bitterly.] I’m glad you’ve got over it so quickly.

Mrs. Dot.

Really, you couldn’t wish me to continue eating my heart out for a young man, however charming, who is going to marry somebody else.

Gerald.

Of course not.

Mrs. Dot.

[Mockingly.] Well?

Gerald.

I was a fool to think you ever cared at all.

Mrs. Dot.