Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Not a word.

Blenkinsop.

[Thoroughly alarmed.] Now, look here. I don’t love you, I’ve never loved you, and I never shall love you. I can’t put it any clearer than that.

Mrs. Dot.

[With rapture.] God, how he adores me!

Blenkinsop.

I say, look here, this is a bit too thick.

Mrs. Dot.

I know you only say these cruel things because you think I should be throwing myself away on you.

Blenkinsop.