Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

[Gravely.] I’ve tried to do my duty.

Mrs. Dot.

I know. And in recognition of this I want you to accept a little present. Where is my cheque-book?

Freddie.

[Producing it promptly.] Oh, no, really, I shouldn’t like you to do anything of the sort. [Putting it in front of her, and giving her a pen.] I feel that I’m amply paid for all that I do for you. I simply can’t accept anything more.

Mrs. Dot.

I was afraid you would object.

[She writes, and he watches her carefully.

Freddie.