Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Lady Sellenger.

I wish I could drink it, Mrs. Worthley, but it’s so fattening. I understand you always have it on your table.

Mrs. Dot.

I think that’s the least I can do, as it’s only on account of the beer that I can have a table at all.

Nellie.

[To Mrs. Dot.] May I give you some tea?

Mrs. Dot.

[Going to the tea-table.] Thanks so much.

[Gerald comes over to Lady Sellenger with a cup. She takes it. The others are gathered round the tea-table, which is right at the back, and talk among themselves.

Lady Sellenger.