Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Blenkinsop.

I dote upon you when I see your eyes flash with anger.

Mrs. Dot.

I’m awfully extravagant, and if the Government brings in temperance legislation I shall be ruined.

Blenkinsop.

I’m rich. I should look upon it as the greatest happiness to spend my last penny to gratify your smallest wish.

Mrs. Dot.

I won’t marry you. I won’t marry you. I won’t!

Blenkinsop.

Dot, Dot!