Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

[Huffily.] I don’t know about that.

Mrs. Dot.

You cannot bear to think that I should accept you from pity. But it isn’t that, James. You are handsome and noble and chivalrous. How shouldn’t a woman love you?

Blenkinsop.

I repeat that I do not reciprocate your passion.

Mrs. Dot.

You can’t deceive me so easily as that, James. I know you love me. We women have such quick intuitions.

Blenkinsop.

So you always say.

Mrs. Dot.