Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Mrs. Dot.

I don’t know what I’ve done to the steering gear, but I know it’ll never work again. Oh, it’s in an awful state.

Blenkinsop.

But that’s a bran-new motor. I’ve just paid eighteen hundred pounds for it.

Mrs. Dot.

And so that there shouldn’t be any risk I opened the place where the works are, and I rummaged around with the poker. I think I’ve smashed everything.

Blenkinsop.

Oh! Oh!

[He buries his head in his hands.

Mrs. Dot.