Mrs. Dot: A Farce

by W. Somerset Maugham

Not at all. I find him dull.

Aunt Eliza.

Then, perhaps, you can find me some other explanation.

Mrs. Dot.

Well, I’m head over ears in love with him.

Aunt Eliza.

But why, my dear? Why?

Mrs. Dot.

Because I am. That’s the most conclusive reason possible. And I’ve set my heart on marrying him. And the more obstacles there are the more I mean to marry him.

Aunt Eliza.