Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Doesn’t time hang rather heavily on your hands now and then? Isn’t it difficult to find topics of conversation?

Gerald.

I don’t find it so.

Mrs. Dot.

Ah—she does.

Gerald.

And the long and short of it is that the emotion which you dignify with the name of love, had entirely disappeared after a week.

Mrs. Dot.

Make it ten days to be on the safe side.

Gerald.