The Land of Promise: A Comedy in Four Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

I don’t care what the custom of the country is. I’m not going to be called Norah by the hired man.

Taylor.

Don’t you bother, Ed. I’ll call her Miss Marsh if she likes it better.

Norah.

I should like to see you married to someone who’d give you what you deserved. I’d like to see your pride humbled. You think yourself very high and mighty, don’t you? I’d like to see a woman take you by the heart-strings and wring them till you screamed with pain.

Marsh.

[With a laugh.] Norah, how violent you are.

Norah.

You’re overbearing, supercilious, egotistic.

Taylor.