Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Obstinacy.

Mrs. Dot.

Well, I prefer to call it strength of mind. Now, I’ll acknowledge that I was in love with you—a month ago. That’s a feather in your cap.

Gerald.

Oh, I wish we were back again. I’ve had such rotten luck.

Mrs. Dot.

But when I saw that my sweetness was likely to be wasted on the desert air, I made up my mind to cure myself. First I cried for two days.

Gerald.

Dot.

Mrs. Dot.