Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Blenkinsop.

Passionately.

Mrs. Dot.

You’re ridiculous, James Blenkinsop.

Blenkinsop.

I was a fool. I played with fire, and I never dreamed I’d burn myself.

Mrs. Dot.

But you mustn’t be in love with me. I won’t hear of it.

Blenkinsop.

It’s too late to say that now. I adore you.