Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

I see you simply quivering with restrained emotion. Oh, James, James, you’ve made me so happy.

[She flings herself on his bosom and pretends to burst into tears.

Blenkinsop.

I say, take care. Supposing somebody saw us.

Mrs. Dot.

I should like all the world to see us.

Blenkinsop.

But it’s devilish compromising.

Mrs. Dot.

I want to compromise myself. Only thus can I make you certain of my love. Oh, think of the many happy years we shall spend in one another’s arms, James.