Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Mrs. Dot.

Now I’m going for a turn in the garden.

Freddie.

You are a brick.

[She goes out. As soon as he sees the coast is clear, he gives a peculiar whistle. Nellie comes in.

Nellie.

I thought your whistle was never coming. They wanted me to go on the river. I had to invent all sorts of excuses.

Freddie.

I don’t know how it is, but somehow we never manage to get a minute by ourselves.