Penelope: A Comedy in Three Acts

by W. Somerset Maugham

Dickie.

[Triumphantly.] I knew there was something the matter with you the moment I came in.

Penelope.

We’ve got a couple of stalls for a music hall to-night. It would be awfully kind of you if you’d go with Dickie instead of me.

[A look of intelligence passes between Dickie and Mrs. Fergusson.

Mrs. Fergusson.

I?

Penelope.

Dickie hates going out alone, and I simply can’t stir. You can have a jolly little dinner together at a restaurant, and you can go on afterwards.

Dickie.