Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Blenkinsop.

And Frances Annandale Worthley.

Gerald.

It’s a mistake! It’s all a preposterous mistake.

Blenkinsop.

You see, the Archbishop of Canterbury calls me his right well-beloved brother. Friendly, isn’t it?

[Gerald violently tears it in pieces and flings them on the ground. Blenkinsop gives a sigh of relief. Gerald stalks out of the room into the garden. Blenkinsop goes to the door and waves his hand at him. Mrs. Dot comes in. She has discovered that Blenkinsop has been making a fool of her.

Blenkinsop.

He’s torn up your precious licence.

Mrs. Dot.