Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

[Blenkinsop and Freddie come in and go to the fire.

Blenkinsop.

I observe with interest that your remark is facetious.

Freddie.

I’m simply freezing.

Mrs. Dot.

You didn’t mind being shut up in there, did you?

Blenkinsop.

Not at all. I rather like sitting in an arctic room without a fire, with a window looking on a blank wall, and the society of your nephew and the Sporting Times of the week before last as my only means of entertainment.

[Charles enters to announce the Sellengers. He goes out and brings in the tea.