Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Blenkinsop.

[Extricating himself from her embrace.] Is there nothing I can say to undeceive you?

Mrs. Dot.

Nothing! I am yours till death.

Blenkinsop.

I will never give way to my sense of humour again.

Mrs. Dot.

[Archly.] Do you mind if I leave you just for one minute? After so much agitation I must really go and powder my nose.

Blenkinsop.

[Ironically.] Pray don’t let me detain you.