Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

I never said that.

Mrs. Dot.

Anyhow, whatever your sentiments were, it would gratify your self-esteem to think that I was languishing with a hopeless passion.

Gerald.

It’s cruel of you to laugh at me.

Mrs. Dot.

By the way, are you by any chance in love with me now?

Gerald.

You have no right to ask me that question.

Mrs. Dot.