Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Well?

Gerald.

Nothing.

Mrs. Dot.

Oh! My poor heart went pit-a-pat. I thought you were going to kiss me.

Gerald.

I hate you. And I wish I’d never set eyes on you.

[He turns on his heel and walks out quickly. As soon as he is gone Mrs. Dot begins to dance a break-down. She cocks a snook after him.

Mrs. Dot.

I’ll marry you yet, you beast, I’ll marry you yet.