Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Mrs. Dot.

But my dear James, for heaven’s sake be reasonable. You know just as well as I do that you’re not a marrying man.

Blenkinsop.

Give me the chance, and you’ll see.

Mrs. Dot.

I’m sure you wouldn’t like me. I’m horrid really.

Blenkinsop.

I know that you’re full of faults, but, bless you, I love them all.

Mrs. Dot.

I’ve got a beastly temper.