Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

In one minute.

Lady Sellenger.

I want to have a little talk with you. [As Blenkinsop holds open the door for her, in a whisper.] Aren’t I tactful?

[Lady Sellenger goes out.

Blenkinsop.

What villainy is that old woman up to now?

Mrs. Dot.

You idiot! Don’t you see that she’s discovered the passion that devours our hearts—your manly bosom and my timid, fluttering heart—and she wants to leave us alone.

Blenkinsop.