Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

[Agitated.] No, there’s nothing here at all.

[Freddie comes in with the scissors.

Freddie.

Here they are!

Mrs. Dot.

Thanks so much.

[She goes out.

Nellie.

Freddie, how could you be so incautious? It was only by the greatest presence of mind that I was able to hide it.