Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Mrs. Dot.

Do you mean turtle-doves by any chance?

Lady Sellenger.

I was never very good at natural history.... Dear Mrs. Worthley, I must really thank you for the tact with which you’ve thrown Gerald and Nellie in one another’s society every moment of the day.

Mrs. Dot.

I can flatter myself that they’ve thoroughly enjoyed their week here.

[Aunt Eliza, comes in with Blenkinsop.

Lady Sellenger.

[With a look of intelligence.] Dear Mr. Blenkinsop, you wicked, wicked cynic. [Meaningly.] I shall go and lie down. Are you coming upstairs, Miss MacGregor?

Aunt Eliza.